Mercy chuckles. “You ain’t queasy about blood, are ya?”
“She’s not,” I answer for her when I see the shadow of Alee’s memory cross her face.
“Good.”
I grimace at the sting of the alcohol being poured over the wound and brace my hands on the porcelain sink. Wound cleaned, he pats it dry and takes a moment to prep the tools. By the time the first suture breaks through my skin, the alcohol has created a numbing effect.
Twenty minutes later, I stand and stretch from the uncomfortable position I’ve been in. Erika examines the stitched cut.
“Obviously you’ve done this a few times before. It looks good.”
Taking Erika in my arms, my hands snake up her shirt.
“Don’t fuck up my handy work,” Mercy laughs.
“I’m not promising anything,” I quip.
Shaking his head and chuckling, he heads out. “See ya out there, brother. You done damn good teaching those shits what it is to be a Serpent.”
With a nod, I appreciate his comment.
Thumbing over the nick on my arm, Erika looks at me with concern.
“I don’t like seeing you cut up like this.”
Putting my head to hers, I thumb her pouty lip.
“Did you see the other two?”
“I did. They deserved everything they got. I don’t feel sorry for them.”
Handing her the bottle of Jack, I encourage her to drink more.
“Have some more. You need it.”
Snatching the bottle, she takes a couple swallows and grimaces at the bite.
“Dori’s having her cremated. She’s not even doing a service. I fought with her about it. How can she care so little?”
Another swallow of Jack and a single tear runs down her cheek.
“Your mother loves her, but her way of dealing is by not dealing.”
“I want to go back out there. I want to drink, fuck, and forget.”
Taking her face in my hand, I caress her cheek. “Only tonight,” I tell her, wiping the tear away.
“Thank you,” she replies, putting her head to mine. “But I’m not fucking in here,” she adds playfully. “This bathroom reeks.”
Squeezing her ass, I nudge her toward the door. “Get your ass out there then. I need to get you good and liquored up, so we can move onto the fucking.”
“I’m thinking both holes tonight,” she teases.
An aroused growl slips from my lips. “It’s a done deal, baby. There’s no taking that back.”
My mouth crashes to hers as we exit the bathroom.
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
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ERIKA
SITTING IN DOM’S lap, the party has moved out to the bar and restaurant part of the clubhouse where the liquor is more easily accessible. With Drake and Levi needing to be hauled out of the cage, arms around shoulders of two Serpents on each side, that party room became a downer.
It took them a while to come to, and after they did, I’m pretty sure their asses were taken home or to the hospital. They’re gone, I don’t feel sorry, and the party is still raging on.
Warm from the liquor, and his touch, I suck my bottom lip and release it as Dom’s hand moves over my breast, massaging it. Wiggling my ass over his jeans, I feel him thicken beneath me.
“You want my cock, don’t you, baby?” he whispers before sucking my lobe into his mouth.
“Yes.”
Reaching into my jeans, he circles his finger over my clit. Wet with need, he easily dips into my opening. Finger fucking me, he adds another digit, and I move back and forth over his erection, wanting more.
Lips moving like his fingers, he passionately licks and sucks my neck and ear. Turning my face to his, he dominates my mouth. Tongue to tongue, I match his pace, moaning into his lips as his fingers tease my building orgasm.
“Let’s get a room. There’s a couple down the hall.”
Pulling his hand from my jeans, I whimper, and he winks with a grin. Guiding me through the room, we turn down the hall and pass the first room we hear noises from. Relieved that room is occupied, I follow him as he takes us farther down the hall to the next one. Opening the door, we find it empty, and Dom flicks on the light. The room looks like an actual room with a day bed and dresser in it.
When the door closes, Dom puts my back to it, one arm next to me as his other hand caresses my waist, pulling at my jeans as his lips steal my breath with his kiss. Clothes, there’s too many of them. Shedding my jacket, I drop it on the floor. Hands to my shirt, he raises it off.
Cupping my breasts, he kisses the cleavage of both before pulling the fabric back and sucking each nipple into his mouth. Writhing against the door, I moan for him.
“Tell me how much you want my cock.”
“Fuck, Dom, I need it. I need you inside me.”
“I wanna feel your mouth around it first.”
Backing him to the bed, I shove him on it, and he lands with his arms behind his head and a lascivious smirk on his sexy face.
Unbuttoning his jeans, I fold them down, and he raises his hips, so I can easily slide his jeans and briefs lower. His erection springs free, and his hand reaches for my face, caressing it as I take his cock in my hand. Hand moving to my hair, he lets out a breath of satisfaction as I fill my mouth with several inches of him.
“That’s it, baby. Show me how much you want it.”
Up and down, I suck and lick, taking him to the back of my throat and down it, then repeat it over and again.
“Fuuuuck, you make me wanna cum in your mouth.”
Releasing him, I slide back and stand, slowly removing my jeans over my hips.
“No, babe, I want it in my pussy.”
Coming to the edge of the bed, alluring green eyes watch me intently as I strip for him.
“You’re beautiful, Sparrow. So fucking beautiful. Come’re.”
Rising, his hands take my bare hips and back me to the bed with him. Lips to mine, he moves me onto the bed, kissing me deep as he lays above me.
Fingers intertwined, he raises my hands over my head, claiming my mouth as he slides into me. Legs wrapped around him, the pleasure he brings with just one thrust ripples through my body. Drifting into euphoria, I move my hips to his tempo, losing myself to the incredible pleasure he gives.
The heat between us is palpable, our need for one another carnal. With each thrust, he takes me deeper into oblivion, satisfying my every desire.
Pulling out of me, I wonder the cause until his head brushes against my ass. Pushing forward, I expect the painful pressure, but he slides in easily, the action surprising him too by the look on his face.
Muscles relaxed, he moves in and out without causing me pain, the motion quickly becoming satisfying pleasure.
“Damn, your ass feels good. You like me fucking you like this?”
His lips feather mine as my orgasm builds.
“You feel amazing.”
“I’m gonna take you harder. I wanna cum in your ass.”
Releasing my arms, he raises up on his palms, then puts one hand under my leg and brings my knee toward my chest. Each time his cock thrusts forward, the pleasure pulses through my body. Our moans mingle as he takes me harder. Crying out, he gives my body its needed release. Head falling back, he slows his momentum, his cock thickening.
Letting go of my leg, he lays above me, gazing into my eyes.
“There’s nothing better than being inside you.”
With his kiss, I feel the passion, the love, the undeniable bond between us.
***
Returning to the party, his arm drapes over my shoulder as I ask the bartender for two cups of water. Taking a seat on the barstool, he puts me between his legs, fussing with the ends of my hair as he watches me and the crowd around us.
“Hey brother, I thought you left.”
I recognize Christian’s voice behind me and go stiff. Dominic caresses my back in an attempt to soothe me.
“Nah, still here. We wante
d some time alone to fuck.”
With his wink to me, I laugh, taking the cup of water set on the bar. I don’t turn around. I have no interest in acknowledging Christian which I know is disrespectful, but I don’t care. Dom told me he voted against him on stripping Drake and Levi of their colors. I’d already lost my respect for Christian. That only made it worse.
“Drake and Levi were taken to the hospital. You really need to rough ‘em up that bad?”
Dominic takes a sip from the solo cup, then sets it down, his gaze hardened.
“Alee’s dead,” he tells Christian, his tone cold. “She OD’d. It wasn’t an accident.”
“Fuck, man, when that happen?”
“This morning.”
“Shit.”
“I told ya, you didn’t see what they did to her. I did. They got off easy. I let them live. Can’t say I’ll do the same for Ditch.”
Pulling me to him, he kisses my head as I push back my tears.
“C’mon, baby.”
“Dom,” Christian calls.
“Another time, brother. I’m taken care of my girl tonight.”
Ahead of us is a pool table and a round bar table next to it. Surrounding both are Dominic’s friends. He hollers to them as we approach. A blond bombshell looks our way. She’s tall with lengthy, silk, straight hair, ruby red lips and a black skin-tight dress showing off her long legs. Her pretty blue gaze sweeps over Dominic’s bare chest under his jacket before measuring me up.
“Lookin’ good, Dom. That was one hell of a fight.”
“Save it, Roxy. I’m not in the fucking mood.”
Leaning against the pool table, he places me between his legs and slips his tongue into my mouth, fisting my hair in his hand and squeezes my ass, putting me right up against his cock.
The blonde, Roxy, pounds her heels on the floor as she walks off. Dominic glances her direction and laughs to himself.
“Makin’ a statement?” I ask, smiling at him.
“Yeah, you’re my woman and she’ll never be.”
“I like that statement.”
“Knew you would.”
“Hey bro, how ya feelin’?” Mercy asks, patting him on the back, holding out a pool cue for him to take.
Accepting it, Dominic flashes a smile. “Still upright and breathing. What’s the bet?” he asks, turning to see the action on the table.
“Just started. Eight-ball race. Five games. Twenty bucks a game.”
Dom looks to me. “You play?”
Grinning, I nod. “I do.”
Pocketing the three, four, then five balls, I hear a few mumbles and chuckles behind me.
“And she looks damn good doing it too,” I hear Dom say.
Missing the six ball, I shrug and tip my head to John for his play.
“What’d I miss,” I ask, returning to Dom and Mercy.
“We’re talkin’ about how you’re sharking my money,” Mercy laughs.
Lifting my drink to my lips, I take a sip. “I spent an entire summer at a pool hall across town. I learned a lot.”
“I’m impressed and it’s funny shit watching you rob my brothers’ of their money.” A smirk passes over his lips. Leaning in, his warm breath caresses my skin. Hand on my hip, he tugs me to him. “Every time you bend over that table I think about how good it’ll feel to have my cock in your ass again.”
Glossy eyes flash a lecherous gaze at me.
Hand to his jeans, I rub his dick in front of whoever’s looking.
“Keep thinking about it. I want it as much as you do.”
Thumbing my lip, he lets it slowly slide from his finger.
“It’s time we head out. I want you naked and spread in our bed.”
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
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ERIKA
WHAT THE HELL did I do last night? Every muscle burns with each movement I make. Turning toward Dominic’s heavy breathing, I grumble. It’s his fault. All his fault. Fabric ties, cuffs, vibrator, sex toys; they’re haphazardly strewn across the floor. Damn him and his erotically enticing ways.
“I hate you,” I jest.
“No, you don’t,” he half grumbles, half laughs at me. You love me and all the shit we did last night.”
“My body hates you,” I reply playfully as I lay across his chest.
His muscled arm drapes over me, holding me against him. “With the way you were begging me to fuck you harder, I think your body loves what I do to it.”
“Damn you, it does. I’m addicted to your love.”
Arm tucked behind his head, he places his other hand on my neck and brings me to his lips.
“I like it that way.”
Grumbling, I nuzzle into his chest. “My head,” I whine.
“You need a beer and breakfast.”
“Ugh, don’t even mention alcohol.”
Laughter rumbles from his chest.
“Let’s get a shower, then I’ll help you make breakfast.”
“Will you carry me to the shower?”
“Only if you let me fuck you in the shower,” he quips.
Dragging my body off him, I make a face at him. “You’re insatiable.”
With swift grace, he scoops me up in his arms. “I’m joking, baby. I’ll give your pussy a break…for a few hours,” he winks.
Setting me down just outside the shower, he turns the knobs to the desired temperature. As the water sets, he runs both hands over my hair, making a ponytail in his hand before tugging it back, lifting my gaze to his.
“Thank you for helping me forget last night.”
“I’ll help you forget every night for as long as you need me to.”
Testing the water temp, he seems satisfied. With a hand, he helps me step into the shower. As I rinse under the warm water, he gathers shampoo in his hands.
I go to reach for the shampoo and he stops me. Putting his hands in my hair, he lathers the soap in. Eyes closed, I enjoy the soothing massage of his fingers.
Tears of appreciation gather in my eyes. “I don’t know what I’d do without you right now. I’d be lost, broken.”
Running my locks through his fist, he wrings out the soap and water.
“You would’ve found a way to get through it.”
The reality of Amberlee’ s death stabs at me, and my chest constricts, fighting back tears.
“How do you know that?”
He quietly laughs to himself. “You’re like me.”
The touch of the warm washcloth on my body keeps the tears at bay. I focus on his intense green eyes as he reaches lower, the washcloth caressing my skin. Between my legs, he lingers, moving the cloth forward and back in a delicate motion. Hand to my jaw, his thumb grazes my cheek, wiping away a stray tear before his masculine lips cover mine.
Withdrawing his hand, he puts his arms around me as I lay against his chest, letting the warm water soothe away the soreness in my muscles.
“I love you.”
His chin rests on my head, his hands moving over my back, rubbing me.
***
Placing ham on the second plate, I smile at him as he takes the plates and carries them into the dining room. The toast pops, and I slather them with butter before joining him. As usual, he’s put an empty chair close to his. I love that he does that. He always wants me within arm’s reach, I adore that about him. As masculine as he is around other men, he’s far more affectionate than I ever expected him to be.
“Last night…you were amazing the way you fought against them. I wish Alee could’ve seen them suffer.”
Taking a bite, I notice his brows pinch inward.
“For a while, I want you with me. You can join me while I take care of some business, then we’ll go to the range.”
“You’re worried about them retaliating?”
“Not worried.” Lifting his glass, he takes a drink. “Prepared. I know how men like them think.” His thoughts have darkened. I can see it in his detached expression and icy stare.
“What business?”
“I need to stop by some properties, collect rent, check on some things.”
In an effort to pull him from his thoughts, I pick up his empty plate and kiss him on the cheek.
“That was good. Thank you.”
After dropping the dishes in the sink to be cleaned later, we both get our jackets and boots.
On the back of his Harley, I enjoy the feel of the wind whipping over my face and his warm strong body in front of me. The ride is peaceful, a needed distraction. I worry how long it’ll take until I don’t need distractions. In an effort to not think about Amberlee, she becomes the very focus of my mind. The image of her pretty red hair, golden hazel eyes, and tilted, cocky smirk has tears welling in my eyes, my throat dry, my chest tightening. The most painful part is the fear I’ll lose the detailed memory of her beautiful face. It’s difficult to accept I’ll never get to hear her playful laugh or have her stroke my hair. She should be here. I’d give anything to see her one more time.
She was so young, so full of life, and now she’s gone while the men who hurt her are free to do what they want. I imagine the fight will cause conflict in the Serpents. Dominic’s grudge will never be laid to rest. How can Christian expect him to let it go, to have us ride alongside them?
When the bike slows, I look at the gray two-story house where we’ve stopped. Dominic parks the bike and steps off. Attention on me, his head tilts, expression empathetic.
“You thinkin’ about Alee?”
“Yeah, I couldn’t help it,” I wipe a couple stray tears. “I miss her.”
“Ah, baby,” Taking my hand, he helps me off the bike, taking me in his arms. “I know you do. I’ll get through these stops as quick as I can, then get you home.”
Letting go, he kisses me.
“Stay with the bike.”
Sexy in his jeans and jacket, I watch him take the three steps onto the porch and knock on the door. A man answers. His gaze sweeps the horizon before he hands Dominic a wad of cash. With a nod, he says a few words, then the man closes the door. Returning to the bike, Dominic puts the cash into a secure spot in his saddle bag.
“A few more of these stops and we’ll be done.”
“What’s the cash for?”
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