by Khloe Wren
With a nod, he closed the doors on us, and whoever was driving revved the engine as I sat down next to Missy and stroked her hair as Donna started to do her thing.
“It’ll be okay, baby. We’ll get you home, back where you belong.”
She was still shaking and had a wild look in her eyes when I leaned in to kiss her forehead. When I pulled back, I saw Donna inject her with something that had her body relaxing and her eyes closing within seconds.
“Don’t worry, it’s just a light sedative. You doing okay, Tiny?”
I scrubbed a palm over the back of my neck. “Not really, Donna. Gonna be a good, long while before I’ll be able to close my eyes and not see her like that—eyes wide in fear and her clothes all torn. Can you tell if they raped her?”
I glanced up to Donna as she clicked her tongue before she answered.
“Her jeans were around her thighs, holding her legs together, so I doubt it, but I don’t want to go doing anything invasive to her at this stage. She’s gone through enough, and it won’t help her heal for me to do it now.” She paused as she took a pair of scissors and sliced down each side of Missy’s jeans to remove them completely. She then made a quick inspection of her from foot to hip before pulling a blanket over her. “There’s no clear sign of any injury to her lower half, aside from some bruising on her ankles, so I think it’s best if we wait till she wakes up and ask her. If she was raped, then we’ll deal with it.”
My mind was a swirling mess of guilt, mixed in with rage. If only I hadn’t been such an ass, she wouldn’t have been at that club in the first place. Wouldn’t have gotten hurt. I stroked her hair back from her face and lightly traced the swelling on her cheek. How could I have been so fucking cruel? I lowered my head to rest my forehead against hers as we drove the rest of the way back to the clubhouse.
Missy
With a groan, I slowly surfaced to consciousness. Damn, but I hurt all over. What the hell had happened last night? Blinking my eyes open, I saw I wasn’t in my bed above Sexy Legs, but in a room at the clubhouse. Oh, no. I slowly turned my face and found Tiny standing beside the bed, shirtless with his arms folded over his broad chest and a thunderous look on his face. With a squeak, I jerked and tried to move away. I didn’t remember how I ended up back in his bed, but I did not want a repeat of our last morning after. No way.
“Whoa, hey, Missy, stop. You’ll hurt yourself.”
Before I could get out of the bed, he was next to me, lying on the mattress with his arm keeping me flat on my back. I stilled, trying to process what was happening. Then, in a rush, my brain came online and memories of last night filtered through. Of seeing my stepfather at the club, of trying to run, then of being caught. With a gasp, I threw my arms around Tiny and pressed myself tight up against his big body, clinging to him as I fell apart. The tears came from nowhere but I couldn’t stop them. He shifted, lifting me into his lap as he moved from lying down to sitting. He was so much bigger than me, I felt like a kitten in his lap as he kissed my head and stroked down my back with his large palm.
When the storm finally passed, I stayed pressed against him, stroking my fingers over his bare chest as I listened to his heart beat strong beneath my ear.
“I’m sorry.”
At my hiccupped words, his body stiffened for a moment, before he hooked a finger under my jaw and tilted my face up so our gazes met. His pain and sorrow-filled gaze left me wincing.
“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart. I was the one who was a bastard and ran you off. I can’t tell you how sorry I am. But why didn’t you ever tell me about your past?”
I squeezed my eyes shut, unsure if this was real or if I was dreaming.
“I didn’t want to think about it. I sure as hell didn’t want everyone knowing about it. They do now, don’t they? The whole club knows I grew up in that place.”
His hand moved from my face to stroke down my arm. “Not many know, but I’m sure they will soon enough. Nothing spreads quite like gossip in a motorcycle club, babe. But no one is going to think less of you for it. If anything, they’ll think more of you for escaping and getting free.” He paused and cleared his throat, making me nervous about what he was going to say next. “Missy, I need to know what they did to you last night.”
I looked up into his gaze again. “You saw what they did. My stepfather got his men to hold me down so he could strip and beat me.”
When he narrowed his eyes, it became clear what he wanted to know. “They didn’t rape me. I’m sure they intended to, but you got there in time.” I paused to chew my lower lip for a moment. “What made you come when you did, Tiny?”
I’d been sure he’d either not noticed I’d gone, or hadn’t cared that I’d left. Either way it had hurt deeply that the man who held my heart cared so little.
“I came as soon as I knew you were gone.”
That had me scoffing. “I was gone for nearly a week before you came for me. Try again.”
“Monday morning, I didn’t know what to say to you. Since I was due to leave on a run only a couple hours after you left, I figured I’d go and clear my head. Work out what the fuck I should do about you while I was on the road. We rolled back in last night, but I still had no fucking idea what to say to you, and I sure as fuck didn’t want to see you with any of my brothers. So I avoided the whore room all together, and the entire clubhouse by heading to Styxx. Keg went to the clubhouse after the run, and when Fawn told him that you’d gone, he came and found me to kick my ass for running you off. As soon as I found out, I went to Scout, and he pulled Keys in to track you down.”
Frustrated, I lightly banged my forehead against his chest a couple of times. “You are the most confusing man I’ve ever met. I can’t figure out what you want from me. What am I supposed to do now? Am I supposed to go back into the whore room as though nothing happened?”
The growl vibrated through his chest before the sound hit my ears.
“You’re no one’s whore, Mercedes. You’re mine, my old lady.”
I jerked away from him in shock. That he knew my real name and that he would choose a club whore for his old lady. “But that’s not allowed. And you told me―”
He rolled us over, so I was lying on my back with him looming over me, stealing my breath with how beautiful and commanding he looked.
“I was polluted as fuck Sunday night. And hung over as hell Monday morning. I can’t even remember all that I said, but the reason I got so drunk in the first damn place was because I couldn’t stand seeing you with those two Cowboys. Watching them fuck you, you enjoying it. It did my head in. From the moment I first saw you six months ago, you were mine. I was just too fucking stupid to accept it.”
My mind, and heart, were reeling. He’d just said what I’d always wanted him to say.
“Am I dreaming?”
He barked out a laugh and lowered his face to mine, his beard tickling my skin a moment before his lips pressed against mine. Heat rushed through me, heating me up from the inside out. With a moan I lifted my hands to run my fingers through his hair. My bruised stomach let out a protest, but I ignored it to focus on Tiny. His tongue licked over my lower lip, before I opened to him so he could thrust it in to dance with mine. My muscles relaxed as his scent and taste filled my senses. As the ache in my chest eased, I realized with a shocking clarity that I’d come home. This man above me was my center and always would be. That he actually wanted me back was more than I’d ever hoped for.
Breaking the kiss, he reached down to grab the bottom of the shirt I wore. It was one of his, so the thing was huge on me, and he easily pulled it over my head and off.
“So fucking pretty, babe.”
My cheeks heated as I blushed under his praise. Which was insane, given my experience, yet this man made me feel like a teenager with her first crush. His thumb brushed over my cheek.
“Love that I can make you blush. So fucking sweet.”
Before I could think of something to say, he lowered his mouth to
mine and kissed me again. His palm covered my breast and he played as he devoured my mouth. By the time he moved his lips down my throat, I was panting and my pussy was throbbing for some attention. I groaned when his beard scraped over my sensitive nipple before the wet heat of his mouth covered the tender bud.
I wrapped my fingers in his hair and held him to me as he switched to my other breast to give it equal treatment.
“Please...”
I needed him inside of me, his cock filling me up and taking me. I ached to feel him within me.
“Some patience, babe. I’ll do you right.”
I tried to tug his hair to get him to move were I wanted him, but he was so much larger and stronger than me. He kissed his way down my torso, skirting around the large bruise on my tummy, as though I wasn’t trying to pull him up over me. When I realized what he planned on doing, my breath caught, and when he stroked his tongue over me for the first time, I released my hold on him to throw my hands out to grip the bedding as my back bowed. Pleasure sparked through my blood and I closed my eyes as Tiny covered my core with his mouth and set about devouring me.
Within moments he had me shuddering. For all my sexual experience, I’d never had a man go down on me. I’d given plenty of blow jobs to men since I’d been trained for it back as a young teenager, but none of the men in the commune had given a shit about whether the women who serviced them got off. Same here at the club. For the most part, they made sure I came when we fucked, but they’d never put their mouths on me like this.
Planting my feet flat on the bed, I rocked my hips against his face as he thrust his tongue in deep. On the third thrust into me, he flicked his thumb over my clit and I came apart, my channel clenching as I cried out his name. I vaguely heard him growl out my name, then somehow he got his jeans off and was up over me in moments. A grin spread over my face when he slid his cock in deep. Tender from my climax, I felt every inch of him as he penetrated me in one, smooth stroke. From the first time I’d had sex with Tiny, I’d loved how he filled me up completely. He was larger than any other lover I’d ever taken and it was as though I’d been built just for him, the perfect size to fit his length and width.
Chapter 5
Tiny
Being balls deep inside my woman was heaven. I knew I’d never get tired of loving on her. My old lady. The tingling down my spine told me I didn’t have long before I’d come but I wasn’t ready to stop. She was slick with sweat and writhing under me as I thrust in and out of her heat. Running a hand down her thigh, I lifted it up until her leg was up against my torso, her foot over my shoulder. The angle opened her up more and allowed me to get inside her deeper. When my cockhead tapped her cervix I winced, expecting her to curse at the pain, but she shuddered and groaned a happy sound. So I did it again, careful not to be too rough. Being as big as I was, this wasn’t the first time I’d bottomed out in a woman, and over the years I’d learned how to best play a woman’s body.
It wasn’t long before her body was shaking on the verge of another climax, and when her channel rippled around me, I couldn’t hold back. Dropping her leg down around my waist, I pounded into her as I filled her with my come. She cried out and clenched down on me as she followed me over the edge.
“Fuck me.”
When the storm had passed I dropped down over her, giving her my weight for a few moments before rolling to the side so I could gather her up against me. She was so fucking small against me, but she wasn’t weak. Nope, my girl was strong as forged steel, and she could more than handle me and the life of being an old lady. Not every woman would be able to cut it as an old lady, and I’d seen plenty of brothers choose wrong. That was what I’d been worried about, but I’d been wrong. I needed to focus on my brothers who’d chosen right. The ones who’d picked women like Missy, who were built for this kind of life.
After growing up in that commune, she craved the safety of being in with a group like the Charon MC. I could see clearly now that she needed it to thrive. And even though she’d been one of the club whores for the past six months, I knew she’d fit right in with the other old ladies. It helped that she’d never broken the rules. Never threw shit at any of the old ladies, or went after the married brothers. Once the news of how she’d been brought up spread, they’d all understand why she chose to join the club the way she did. It might take a few months for things to settle down, but they would, then she’d find herself with a solid family that would have her back forever.
Her soft, smooth, fingertips traced over my face before she scraped her nails through my beard.
“I love how this feels against my skin. Don’t ever get rid of it.”
I smiled and turned to catch a finger between my lips so I could nip the end.
“You giving me orders already, woman?”
I’d meant it as a joke, but her skin paled as her eyes widened. Fuck. She tried to pull away but I held her tight.
“I was joking, babe. You can give me all the orders you want. Can’t promise I’ll deliver on all of them, but my beard is definitely here to stay so I’m glad you like it.”
The tension left her muscles and she relaxed back against me.
“What happened to them last night?”
As much as I’d been waiting for her to ask, I didn’t want to tell her they were here in the same building.
“You don’t need to ever worry about them again, Missy.”
“So they’re dead?”
She’d gone wide-eyed again, but I wasn’t sure why exactly. Is that what she wanted to hear? That they were all dead.
“No, baby, they’re not dead. They’re roughed up, but as far as I know they’re all still breathing. Keys has some big plan for them, although I’m not sure what it is. I left them to it, to take care of you.”
She chewed her lower lip for a moment. “Do you think I could see him? My stepfather.”
That had me jerking back. “What the fuck for?”
She shrugged a shoulder. “Closure, I guess. I have some things I need to say to him so I can close that part of my life and move forward with a clear mind.”
I sensed it was more than that, but hell, what could it hurt? The bastard was chained up down in the basement and couldn’t physically hurt her. If he tried to verbally, I’d soon shut him up.
“Let me run it by Scout, see what we can do.”
Not wanting to leave her, I rolled over to grab my phone from the bedside table without leaving the bed, then dialed. Scout picked up on the second ring.
“Hey, Tiny, didn’t expect to hear from you for hours yet. Something wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. Missy’s just wondering if she can have a couple minutes with her stepfather. Wants to tell him something, apparently.”
Scout’s laugh was dark. “Sure, she wants to speak with him. Make sure you show her how to throw a punch before you let her in there. Don’t need her busting up her hands on the fucker. Taz has been down with him for a few hours now, so not sure how much longer he’s got in him.”
I frowned at that. “I thought you wanted them alive?”
“We did. And hopefully once Taz finishes his thing we’ll have what we need and it won’t matter if he dies or not.”
“You gonna tell me what exactly Keys has planned?”
“Sure, but not right now. Get your girl cleaned up and down here. I’ll go see if Taz is ready for a break.”
I hung up after Scout cut the line, but wasn’t sure what to make of what the fuck they were doing with the assholes we’d picked up.
“So, what’s going on?”
I glanced over at Missy and smiled. Such a pretty little thing, with her sex-messed hair and reddened lips from all the attention I’d given her. And she was all fucking mine.
“You’ll get your wish. Taz has been in with him, so not sure on the condition he’ll be in.”
With a nod, she scooted over to the edge of mattress and rose to stand, before she stalled out.
“Um, I don’t suppose someone pic
ked up my bag last night?”
I stood from the bed and went over to the closet to retrieve it for her. “Sure did. Here you go.”
She gave me a coy smile. “You gonna come help scrub my back for me?”
With a chuckle, I shook my head. “I do that, we won’t be leaving this room for another couple hours, babe.”
Giggling, she strode into the bathroom, twitching her ass at me the whole way. Damn woman was trying to drive me fucking crazy. Turning away from the temptation of her hot little body, I gave her five minutes before I grabbed a change of clothes for myself and followed her into the bathroom. I needed to clean up before we went downstairs. My beard was a fucking mess after me going down on her. I grinned, and decided it was totally worth the few extra minutes it was gonna take me to get ready in the mornings to wake up like that on the regular.
I slipped into the shower behind her and pressed a kiss to her wet shoulder.
“I thought we didn’t have time for water sports today?”
“We don’t, but I need to clean up and wash out my beard before we go downstairs.”
The red that bloomed over her face had me grinning. Totally loved how, despite her experience, I could make her blush so easily.
“Ah, yeah. I’ll leave you to it then.”
She slid out of the shower and I got a nice show watching her dry off and dress as I washed. Once she left the bathroom, I focused on what I was doing, and made fast work of getting myself clean, dried and dressed. Then we were heading down the hallway toward the stairs. Once we hit the ground floor, I took her hand and led her to Scout’s office. Knocking on the door, I walked in and found him sitting behind his desk, not looking happy.
“We good to go down?”
“Ah, yeah, sure. Fuck, this shit doesn’t sit well with me.”
With all that was currently going on, I had no idea which part Scout had an issue with. I knew it wasn’t the part about keeping Missy safe. “What part?”
“Having to keep those fuckers above ground. Men like that deserve to be put down, hard.”