Right To My Wrong (The Heroes of The Dixie Wardens MC Book 8)

by Lani Lynn Vale

  Chapter 15

  If I’ve offended you, I’ll gladly point you in a direction of a dick you can suck.

  -Sterling to Cormac

  Sterling

  Later that night, as I walked into Garrison’s guest bedroom, I was thankful.

  Thankful that Ruthie had survived.

  “Cormac gone?” Ruthie asked from the bed.

  “Yeah, he just left,” I said, pinching the collar of my t-shirt in order to lift it over my head. “Let him borrow your rental car, though, since it was raining.”

  I’d gotten Ruthie a rental car on the way home from whatever the hell that was with her father.

  We’d driven by the scene of the fire, and looked through what was recovered from the fire that was salvageable.

  I hunched my shoulders to help the t-shirt off, and then threw it into the corner of the room.

  It hit the wall with a soft plop and fell harmlessly to the floor.

  My eyes returned to the bed where Ruthie was now watching me sleepily.

  She was propped up on one elbow lying sideways in the bed. She had her hair up in a messy bun on top of her head, and her eyes were heavy with sleep.

  She’d been outside with the rest of us until the rest of The Dixie Wardens had filed out of the house.

  Once it was just Cormac, Garrison and I left, she gave me a soft kiss on the cheek, waved at the boys, and went to bed without a backward glance, giving us the privacy that she thought we wanted.

  Something I would’ve liked her to do while Silas was here telling me what he’d found out about the fire.

  I didn’t like that she had to hear about two of her neighbors plotting to set her house on fire.

  Didn’t like that she’d become so quiet throughout the explanation that I’d been worried that she’d start crying.

  I think what helped, though, was the way that my brothers, club and foster alike, had rallied around her in support.

  They now knew what she meant to me after my declaration to Silas, just before I went to find Ruthie.

  They knew she was my old lady.

  Something I had to ask Ruthie soon, because I wanted her to have my name by the time I was deployed for my next mission.

  Which could be any day, so I hoped she was amenable.

  Plus, having my name would give her some extra protection while I was away.

  “I can’t believe those two old men plotted in a coffee shop, of all places, about burning my house down. I guess I was lucky that they called the fire department right after they did it,” she said as she watched me undress.

  No, I guess I couldn’t have asked for more…’ya know, if they were going to burn down a house. It was the least they could do.

  I yanked my belt off a little more roughly than I’d intended, and the ends swung and knocked into the wall at my side with the force.

  “If you need an outlet for all of that aggression, I’ve got just the thing for you,” she said huskily.

  I lifted an eyebrow at her. “You do, do you? And what would that be?”

  As she watched, I slowly worked the zipper of my pants down before pushing the jeans from my hips.

  My boxer briefs were the only thing left, and they were doing a terrible job at containing my erection.

  The window of fabric that allowed you to whip your dick out, instead of taking your boxers all the way off, was now revealing my cock, and I decided it was time for some new underwear as I walked to the bed.

  Her eyes flared as she watched me stalk towards her, and I smiled.

  It was purely a predatory smile, one that was meant to throw her off balance.

  But my girl wasn’t a fluster kind of girl.

  She was a take the bull by the horns, kind of girl.

  Or, in this instance, the SEAL by the cock.

  “You know, you left without saying a word, and it upset me,” she said, working her hand into my boxers.

  I blinked.

  “I told you I had to go, why would it upset you?” I asked, completely dumfounded that she thought I left without ‘saying a word.’

  “You didn’t say goodbye. Didn’t say anything the entire night before you left. You didn’t make love to me. Didn’t say I love you. Didn’t even stop me from leaving before you had to leave. Then you didn’t call for days,” she said, squeezing tightly.

  My brain started to short circuit, but I closed my eyes to try to regain some semblance of control.

  “I didn’t fuck you because, when I got home, you were already asleep. And I thought it’d be kind of rude to wake you up and fuck you when I’d done you all night the night before…which was why I assumed you were sleeping so early. I didn’t say goodbye to you because you were all of a sudden gone, and your cell phone was on the table,” I said. “And once I got on base, our cell phones go out of range and I can’t get anything in or out until I leave, which I told you.”

  “You did no such thing,” she growled.

  “What’s really your problem?” I asked, pulling gently on her hair to make her look up at me.

  “I don’t like being ignored. I don’t like that you let me leave. I don’t like that you didn’t say I love you again when that’s all I wanted to hear. And I don’t like being left out of your thoughts, even though I understood exactly where your mind was at,” she whispered.

  My eyes softened as I looked down at her, cupping her cheek with one large, scarred hand.

  “I do love you. I told you in a note I left for you next to the coffee pot. Didn’t you see it?”

  She shook her head.

  “Well, we can’t really look for it now, can we?” I asked, studying her face.

  When she shook her head, I let her go and leaned down to place a soft kiss on her lips.

  “I’ve never had anyone to share my problems with before,” I told her honestly, staring into those gray eyes that had come to mean so much to me. “But I’ll try to let you in. I won’t shut you out anymore...okay?”

  Then she cupped my balls, and I lost all desire to think.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, nearly choking as she bent down and sucked the very tip of my cock into her wet mouth.

  And my desire to let her have control of me flew out the window along with all propriety on how a woman should be treated.

  “Turn onto your back and let your head dangle over the edge,” I ordered gruffly, looking down at the top of her head as she bobbed on my cock.

  She looked up, smiled with her eyes, and slowly let my cock fall from her suctioning mouth with a soft pop before she shucked her clothes.

  Then she laid on the bed and scooted until her head fell off the side of the bed, putting that lovely, succulent mouth in the perfect position to take my cock deep into the back of her throat.

  “Open,” I said, running the tip of my cock along the closed seam of her mouth.

  She did, but only enough to allow her insanely talented tongue out.

  I ran the length of my cock up and down her tongue, smiling when I saw the mirth in her eyes.

  “So you want to play, do you?” I asked.

  She winked at me, then lifted her hands to come to a rest at the backs of my thighs.

  When they slowly moved up and started to curve inside, I bent down, letting my cock rest against her face, and bit her lightly on the stomach.

  She yelped.

  “Too rough?” I asked. “I thought you wanted to play.”

  I felt her head move in between my thighs, then her mouth was on my balls, tugging lightly on the sensitive skin with her sharp little teeth.

  I gasped.

  “Playful enough for you?” She teased, then licked the seam of my balls as far back as she could reach.

  “I think the blood’s draining to your head at an alarming rate if you think biting a man on the balls is playful,” I said breathlessly.

  I wasn’t feeling playful anymore. I was feeling need. Desperation. Want. D
esire.

  Playful wasn’t one of them.

  All with one little move on her part, and all of my nice bones in my body had been replaced by desperate ones.

  Something I showed her when I dove face first into her pussy and started to eat her with a voraciousness that surprised her.

  “Sterling,” she gasped, widening her legs for my face.

  When her legs spread, the lips of her sex spread as well, giving me unhindered access to everything I wanted right at that moment.

  I plunged my tongue deep inside her waiting pussy, unsurprised that she was already wet for me.

  I’d never found her not wet for me…not needy and wanting.

  “You like when I suck your little clit?” I rasped against her pussy.

  “Yes,” she said, running the tip of her tongue up the length of my cock. “I love it when you put your hands on me. Your mouth and tongue on me.”

  “You do?” I asked, snaking my hand underneath her ass and curving it around until my fingers could plunge into her pussy without disrupting the work I was doing on her clit.

  She gasped when I sank two fingers inside of her, and I groaned when my cock was finally granted access to what it wanted most.

  Her heat.

  It wasn’t picky.

  Anything that was hot and wet was good enough.

  Her mouth. Her pussy. Soon to be her ass.

  Every hole in her body was mine to do with as I pleased, and she’d find that out.

  Soon.

  Because I was feeling particularly frantic today, and claiming all that was Ruthie was going to make the unbearable feeling of almost losing her last night better.

  I started to pump my cock in and out of her mouth as I let my fingers swirl in her wetness that was drenching my hand.

  “Ruthie,” I said, pulling my cock back out of her mouth. “Has anybody ever had all of your holes?”

  She clenched down on my fingers as I started to pull them free of her pussy, and I smiled against her thigh.

  “I take that as you like the idea of it…but you didn’t answer my question,” I rumbled, placing a wet kiss on her thigh.

  “N-no,” she answered, her hot breath blowing on my cock like a cool caress.

  I moved my fingers down to rest against her back entrance, pressing in slightly with one finger, gauging her reaction.

  She moaned loudly before sucking my cock back into her mouth.

  Her hands traveled up the outsides of my thighs moving up and down with the movement of her mouth on my cock.

  I licked her clit, then sucked the tiny bundle of nerves into my mouth as I sank one finger inside of her ass.

  Her entrance resisted for a long moment, but with each suck of her clit, she relaxed more and more until I was finally able to get inside of her.

  “God,” she moaned around my dick.

  Or, at least, that’s what I assumed she said.

  I really couldn’t be sure when her mouth was that full.

  I moved my finger past the first ring of muscle, my own gut clenching in need as I felt the tightness just from one of my fingers.

  I couldn’t wait to see what it felt like when I had my cock buried deep, pounding away inside of her forbidden entrance.

  She backed off my cock, and I used the change to pull back until I could move around the bed and climb on between her legs on the opposite side, all the while keeping my finger buried deep.

  Awkward, but it worked.

  “Scoot back,” I rasped, grabbing a hold of her thigh with my free hand and helping her until her head rested on the bed once again.

  She looked down between her legs, watching as I moved my middle finger in and out of her back passage.

  “You want more?” I asked, careful not to give her too much to handle at once.

  She nodded.

  “Yeah,” she croaked, both of her hands going to her tits to play with her nipples.

  I bit my lip and gathered some more of her wetness with another finger before easing that one inside of her, too.

  Her eyes closed, and she bit her lip to keep the moan from rattling the blinds in the room with her intensity.

  “God,” she breathed once I started to move. “I never thought this would be this good.”

  So she’d never had that asshole husband had never done this for her.

  Interesting.

  “Does it feel good, baby?” I asked, leaning forward to pull one of her nipples into my mouth.

  She fed it to me, moving her hand to my face once I got a good latch and started to suck.

  Her fingers ran along my beard, and she started to moan intently as I moved my fingers in and out of her.

  When I felt her muscles starting to tense in the beginnings of an orgasm, I pulled out of her completely and shoved my fat cock inside her willing pussy.

  Coating my cock in her juices as her orgasm overtook her.

  I pounded deep inside of her, working her over and over again until she was about ready to fall over the cliff a second time.

  And when she finally did, I pulled out of her abruptly, lined my cock up against her ass, and slowly eased inside.

  She came.

  The pain and pleasure of my entrance pushed her over the edge once again, and her pulsing channel about made my eyes cross with the tightness.

  Once her orgasm receded, then her pain synapses started to kick back online.

  My thumb flicked her clit as the pain from my entrance started to overtake her.

  I could tell she was at war with herself.

  Taking a cock in the ass wasn’t something that all women liked, nor could they do.

  But based on how she’d responded to my fingers, I knew it’d be good for her once she got used to my cock inside the tight sheath of her ass.

  “Fuck,” Ruthie said. “It burns.”

  I moved my thumb faster as I held extremely still in her ass, letting her adjust even though every instinct inside of me was urging me to fuck her hard and fast.

  “Okay,” she whispered.

  I opened my eyes that I hadn’t realized I closed, and looked down into hers.

  “Okay?” I asked.

  She nodded, biting her lip once more.

  “I’m okay, move,” she whispered. “Slowly.”

  I nodded, bending down onto one stiffened arm and slowly started to move, pulling and pushing back and forth, giving her a little taste of how good it could be.

  She moaned, lifting her hips to meet my thrusts, and I smiled.

  “Like it?” I asked.

  She nodded, moving her hand down to her pussy and slowly sinking two fingers inside.

  “Yeah, I like it,” she whispered.

  I groaned at the erotic feeling of her fingers massaging not only herself, but me at the same time.

  And when she started to come once again, I finally let go, pounding my cock inside of her ass just like I’d wanted to.

  Giving her my entire length.

  Her breasts bounced with my thrusts, and her eyes closed.

  I grunted as my release shot out of my cock, filling up her ass with all that was me.

  Satisfaction coursed through my veins at having claimed her fully, and my cock felt drained by the time the last spurt of come left my cock.

  “God,” she breathed once I stopped. “I never knew.”

  I leaned down and kissed her, pressing my length inside of her fully.

  She moaned into my mouth.

  “You undo me,” I told her.

  She hugged my neck tightly.

  “Ditto.”

  I snorted and pulled back, letting my cock pop free of her and started to walk backwards on my knees out of the bed.

  I smiled when I saw how sated she looked, and it sent emotions pouring through me that I never realized I could have.

  Happiness. Hope. Contentedness. Love. Want.

  When my eyes finally met hers once they trave
led up her body, she said, “Ich liebe dich.”

  “Ditto,” I said, pulling her foot until she was resting on the edge of the bed.

  Once she was close enough, I gathered her into my arms and walked with her into the bathroom.

  I set her on the counter while I got the shower started, then picked her up once more to carry her into the shower with me.

  She washed me gently. Lovingly.

  And never did it occur to me that all of this would disappear in the next hour.

  That my life would be turned upside down once again.

  That I’d be left with a bloody, gaping hole in my heart that would change my life completely.

  Chapter 16

  You make me happy when skies are gray. And when they’re not gray. Even when they’re green…which means a tornado’s coming. Which typically isn’t something to be happy about.

  -Ruthie to Sterling

  Ruthie

  “The next of kin is listed as this address. Are you Cormac Austin’s brothers?” The state trooper had asked.

  Garrison and Sterling nodded.

  “I’m Garrison, and this is Sterling,” Garrison said, introducing himself.

  They’d both answered the door together.

  I’d heard it, as had Sterling, and I shouldn’t have been surprised that Sterling went out of the room.

  But as I listened to the seriousness of the trooper’s voice, I was glad he did.

  “Yes, we’re his brothers” Sterling answered.

  “Parents?” The trooper asked.

  Garrison shook his head. “No we’re all each other has.”

  The trooper nodded, then looked down at his hands before he looked back up at the two men in front of him.

  I could see him from where I was standing behind the two of them.

  The couch was in front of me, and the moment the words left his mouth, I clutched onto the sofa with both hands.

  “Cormac Austin died at the Louisiana/Texas border. Since his next of kin were on my side, I’m the one to deliver the news. At one eighteen this morning, he was hit head on by a semi-truck when Cormac attempted to avoid a stalled car in the roadway. He was killed on impact,” the trooper said.

  My knees gave out at the pure devastation that was roaring through my body.

  Oh, my God.