by Sam Crescent
“Hello,” she said, answering the call without looking at the ID of the person.
“Hey, honey, how are you hanging in there?” Ned Walker, her father, asked.
“You always call when I need you.” She wiped under her nose, reaching in front of her to grab a tissue. These days she needed to keep tissues on her person for her small breakdowns.
“What’s the matter, honey? Did that bastard do anything to you?”
She chuckled. He always threatened Tiny whenever he called. It was funny even though she didn’t doubt for a minute that Ned would hurt Tiny if she asked. Her father was very protective of her, and she didn’t mind. It was nice having a man worry about her.
“No, I don’t want you to hurt him. It’s just this shit with Gonzalez. I don’t know, it’s all getting to me, you know?”
Ned sighed over the line. “It’s a shit situation we’re all in.”
“I’m scared.” She’d never in all of her years ever admitted to being scared before. This was a first. Being around a father who controlled a bunch of fighters, she had found it hard to be afraid of anything. She was finding it a lot easier now to be scared.
“Baby, honey, you’ve got to be strong. Talk to Tiny. I hate his fucking guts, but I also respect him. There’s no one else I’d trust with your safety than that man.”
Wiping the tears that had fallen, she smiled. “I know.”
“He loves you.”
“I know. It’s not him I’m worried about. What’s going to happen? I don’t know what I’ll do without him, Dad.”
Ned was silent on the other end of the line. “You’re my daughter. You’ll do what I’d expect you to.”
“What?”
“Anything happens to Tiny, you’ll get Miles and Tabitha and all your passports, and then you’re on the first flight here. I don’t give a shit what anyone says. You’re my daughter, and you’ll come fucking home.” She heard some muttering in the background. “Do you hear me, Eva? You will come home and I’ll protect you along with my boys. You’ve got nothing to worry about in that respect.”
“I can’t stand for anything to happen to him or any of the club.”
“We’ve all got to deal with losing someone. Don’t let it scare you, Eva. You’re better than this. You’re a club woman, an old lady to Tiny. Deal with the shit when it comes, but until then, embrace the time you’ve got him. I can’t promise it won’t hurt. It will. It’ll hurt more than anything you’ve ever known, but afterward, you’ll slowly start to mend the pieces of your broken heart.”
“It’s going to go bad, isn’t it?” she asked, hearing the fear in his voice.
“I’m preparing you for the worst in the hope it doesn’t happen. All I’ve ever done is try to prepare you.”
“Daddy, I’m not ready for this.”
“You will be. No one is ready for it until it actually happens.”
Noise near the door made her look up. Tiny was staring down at her with concern in his eyes.
“I’ve got to go.”
“Talk with Tiny or I will.” Those were Ned’s final words before she hung up the phone.
Wiping the last of her tears aside, she smiled at him. “I didn’t hear you approaching.”
“Your dad going to come and kick my ass?” Tiny helped her to her feet.
“No, of course not.”
He had the pantry door closed with her pressed up against it. “I don’t want you to be afraid.” Her chest was to the door. Tiny wrapped her hair around his fist, moving the strands out of his way.
“I can’t help it.”
“Then try. I’ll never let anything happen to you,” she heard him say as he inhaled her scent. His tongue licked a path from the pulse in her neck to her earlobe. “You’re my everything, Eva.” He bit down, making her moan.
“Please,” she said, begging.
With his free hand, he glided his fingers up underneath her shirt.
“I need to be inside you. Fucking you is never enough. I’ve got to have you again.” He tore open her shirt. Someone pushed on the handle of the pantry door about to open it. Tiny slammed his palm against on the wood. “Fuck off. We’re busy.”
“Oops, sorry, man. I’m hungry,” Pussy said, shouting through the door.
“Fuck off.”
Tiny palmed her breast even as Pussy’s mumbling complaints could be heard through the door.
“Tiny?”
“No, I don’t want to hear any complaints from you. I’m going to fuck you to make us both feel better, and then I’m taking you shopping. Shut the fuck up complaining. You want this as much as I do.” He nibbled on her neck, cutting off any complaint she might have had.
With one tug on her bra, he tore the fabric, leaving her tits hanging free.
“Fuck, I love your body, Eva. Never change, baby. I never want you to change.” He tugged on her nipples, pinching and stroking the hard peaks. She didn’t have any other choice than to take his wicked torment.
Eva couldn’t complain about anything he’d done to her. Each erotic touch set off a burning deep inside her. She needed his hands and mouth on her body.
“Please,” she said, whimpering.
“I will when I’m good and ready.” He moved onto the next breast, fingering her nipples. She cried out as the sharp pain went straight to her clit. “That’s it, baby. Shout my name. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head. “No, anything but that.”
“Then you better tell me what you want otherwise I’m leaving you like this.”
“I need you to fuck me.”
“Anything else?” he asked.
“Yes, please, Tiny, shove your cock inside me.”
“Who’s your master?”
She licked her suddenly dry lips. “You are. You’re my master.”
“Good. You better never forget who you belong to.” He spun her around, grabbed both of her hands and locked them above her head. With his gaze still on hers, he leaned down and claimed one of her nipples. The warm suction of his mouth made her cry out. The sensation was too much yet not enough. She needed more.
“Please.” Eva wasn’t afraid to beg. She knew deep down, Tiny loved hearing her beg him.
“You can beg all you want. You’re not getting anything until I’ve had my fun.” He mumbled the words against her breast, tonguing her nipple.
Crying out, she placed her head against the door, careful not to hurt herself. When Tiny got started with his lips on her body, she was always afraid of hurting herself. She could never think clearly or make sense of the world around her.
He tongued her nipple, licking and sucking the hard bud into his mouth before he moved onto the next one. Over and over he divided his time between each nipple, making sure he took his pleasure and gave her some as well. Her body was his own personal toy for him to play with. She loved every second of his touch.
“Keep your hands there.” He applied pressure to her wrists above her head.
When he released her hands, she kept them above her head, refusing to move them. He tugged at the button on her jeans before slowly sliding them down her thighs.
“Step out of them.”
There was no point in arguing with him. Stepping out of the jeans, she kicked them aside, waiting to see what he’d do next.
Kneeling in front of her, he slid his hands up the outside of her thighs. Closing her eyes, she bit her lip to try to lock in her moan. It didn’t work. He tore the panties she wore right off her body then stood back up in front of her, his fingers working between her slit.
“Fuck, baby, you’re soaking wet. I didn’t know you wanted me this badly,” he said, muttering the words against her ear.
Two fingers slid inside her cunt as he pressed his thumb to her clit.
As she cried out, there was no stopping the noise coming from her mouth. Anyone could hear what was happening, and in that moment she didn’t care. A
ll she wanted was to have an orgasm and for him to take away the ache he’d created inside her. Tiny always built the ache inside her from his touch.
“Please,” she said, begging again. She wasn’t above begging him to give her what she wanted and needed.
He worked three fingers inside her as he rubbed her clit.
“Who do you belong to?” he asked.
“You, Tiny, I belong to you.”
“Never be afraid to tell me you’re scared. I love you, Eva. I’m scared of losing you, but I promise you, you’ll never lose me.” He slammed his lips down on hers. Moaning, she dropped her hands, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Tiny withdrew his hands from her body. She felt him tugging at his own pair of jeans. Within seconds his naked cock was sliding between the folds of her sex.
“Fuck, baby, I’ve got to have you.” He didn’t give her a chance to get used to him. In one harsh thrust, he rammed inside her.
Crying out, she threw her head back, no longer caring about the pain.
He pulled out, only to slam back within her. “So fucking perfect. You’re my woman, Eva. Never be afraid to tell me how you’re feeling. You’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
She gripped his shoulders tightly as he fucked her hard and rough against the door. Someone else tried to enter, and she yelled at them to fuck off. Tiny chuckled, sucking on her breasts as he worked her toward the peak of ecstasy.
“No, you can wait until I’m ready to join you,” he said.
Whimpering, she rode his cock toward his orgasm. He stroked her clit as his cock jerked inside her. She could get pregnant, but she didn’t care. The only thing she cared about was reaching her climax.
Tiny gave it to her. She cried out, and he took possession of her lips in a searing kiss that left no doubt in her mind who she belonged to. When it was over, she pulled back, looking into his eyes.
“Everything is going to be okay,” Tiny said.
Staring into his eyes, Eva knew it was the first time he’d lied to her since they’d been married.
****
Walking around the supermarket was not Tiny’s idea of a good time. Eva had withdrawn from him since their time together in the pantry, which had been fucking hot. They’d left the room in time to see Pussy smirking and Angel as red as a strawberry. Considering she was married to Lash, Tiny was surprised at how easily she still blushed. There had been many nights when he’d heard them two fucking. Either way, he wasn’t embarrassed about taking his woman. Eva was his woman to fuck whenever the need arose.
What he was embarrassed about was lying to Eva. He didn’t know if they were all going to be okay or if Gonzalez was going to take his revenge out on all of them. They were all waiting for him to cause trouble. After Devil humiliated him back in Piston County, they were all waiting for retaliation. So far, nothing. Tiny just knew it would only be a matter of time before he did.
Running fingers through his hair, he watched as Eva placed multiple cans of tomatoes into the trolley. She had a list and was ticking items off one by one. Lexie and Devil had joined them, but they were getting all the fresh meats and vegetables while he was collecting the canned goods.
She hadn’t talked to him.
You don’t know if anything is going to be all right.
Ignoring the turning in his gut, he walked up behind his woman. Kissing the back of her neck and not caring who was watching, he apologized to her.
“I’m sorry, baby.”
Eva tensed.
“I don’t know what the future is going to bring. I can only know that I’m going to fight whatever happens to make sure you’re safe.”
She placed her hands on the shelf in front of her. “You lied to me.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
In one quick move, she spun around and slapped him across the face. It was the second time within days that she slapped him. He deserved it for lying and should have known that lying wouldn’t help her fears. “Don’t fucking lie to me again. I won’t have it.” She took the trolley from him and stormed away.
Well, he was in for a shit couple of days. There was no greater punishment for lying to your woman than no sex. He knew Eva well enough to know she’d be sleeping in the same room as their kids.
Shaking his head, he made his way out of the supermarket toward the truck. He found Devil, sucking on a lollipop already waiting beside the van.
“What did you do to be waiting outside already?” Tiny asked.
“I fucking hate shopping. I tried to fuck my woman near the cheese counter. Lex is pissed, but it was worth it. I hate shopping. It’s boring as shit.” Devil sucked on his lollipop smiling. “It was worth it though. I’ve already fucked her this morning. I’ll get my fix later. It’s a good job my woman loves fucking as much as I do.”
“Good for you. I’m going to be pushed aside tonight.”
“Lie to your woman?” Devil asked.
“Yeah, how did you know?”
“Only one way of getting out of shopping and sporting the nice red handprint on your face, either you cheated or you lied. I figured with Eva you wouldn’t be breathing if you ever cheated, but you’d still lie to your woman to protect her.” Devil shrugged. “It’s not hard to guess.”
“Would you lie to Lexie?” Tiny asked, leaning against the side of his van.
“No, I wouldn’t.” Devil threw the lollipop stick in the trash can nearest to them. “She’d know I was lying to her. Not only that, Lex has done everything to earn my trust and respect. She put her body on display to help my kid. There are not many women who’d put their life on the line for a kid that wasn’t their own. Lex, she’s special. She’s my one of a kind woman.”
Tiny listened to Devil talk. The way his friend loved Lexie was the same way he loved Eva. Devil hadn’t fucked up, though, whereas he had.
“And, she’s got a smoking hot bod. Full, fat tits I love to suck on, and she loves riding my cock. I’m telling you Lex is the whole damn package. The only thing I’d change is the age gap. I don’t like the thought of leaving her alone or another bastard getting a chance to see how special she is when I’m dead and gone.” Devil shrugged. “I’ll look either down or up at her wherever I end up when I’m dead and gone. I’ll always keep an eye on my girl, even in death.”
“You believe in the afterlife and shit?”
“Don’t know what I believe. I hate to think it’s over when we’re all dead.” Devil pointed toward the store. “She makes me want more.”
Nodding his head, Tiny knew what that felt like. When he married Patricia he truly thought he knew what love was. During his marriage, he’d been a fucking bastard, cheating, boozing it up until he couldn’t think straight. After Patricia died, the guilt had eaten away at him, but then he met Eva. The women continued even though the only woman he ever wanted was her. Once he made Eva his woman, there was no turning back. He knew what true love was all about with her. Cheating on her would never be an option for him.
“What’s going on with Butch and Alex?” Devil asked.
Tensing up, he glanced toward his friend. “What do you mean?”
“Don’t give me that shit, Tiny. I’ve known you fucking years. Something’s going on there, and I wanna know what it is.”
“Nothing.”
“You’re going to do that?” Devil asked.
“What?”
“Treat me like I’m a fucking idiot. I’ve seen the way those two act. Shit is up, and I’ve had enough of being kept in the dark. Tell me what’s going on.”
Closing his eyes, Tiny counted to ten. He didn’t know the best way to deal with Devil. Glancing over at his friend, he shook his head. “That shit is no concern of yours. You’re a guest in my town.”
Devil rounded on him. “What the fuck you saying?”
“Exactly that. In Piston County, deal with your own shit, but don’t expect me to tell you mine. Alex and Butch are dealing business. It’s none of your business, so back off.”
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br /> He was sure Devil had more to say, but Tiny’s cell phone went off, stopping Devil from saying anything more.
Pulling the device out of his pocket, he accepted the call. “What!”
“Boss, you’ve got to get down to the graveyard,” Lash said.
“What? Why?”
There was noise in the background. He heard Tate sobbing and Murphy yelling. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.
“Some fucker’s desecrated Patricia’s grave. The stone’s been smashed and, shit, boss, it’s bad.”
Lash went through some of the details. He’d cremated Patricia at her request, but to have the place Tate went in order to talk with her mother spoiled pissed Tiny off.
“I’ll be there.”
Closing the phone, he rested his fists against the metal of the van.
“What’s going on?” Devil asked.
“Someone fucked over Patricia’s grave. I’ve got to get there. Tate’s freaking out, and Murphy’s having a hard time dealing with her.”
The sound of a car forced Tiny to turn. Alex pulled up alongside him. “Get in. Devil can take care of the women. Tell them we’ll meet them at the clubhouse.”
He looked at Devil, waiting for his angry denial.
“Go, I’ll handle the women.”
Jumping into the passenger side, he closed the door, but Alex was already pulling away before he did.
“How did you know what was going on?” Tiny asked.
“Patricia may have been your fucking wife, but she was my sister. Lash told me first. Tate’s losing her shit, and we need to get there to help calm the situation down before she does something we’ll all regret.” Alex didn’t take his eyes off the road. “Murphy’s trying to calm her down.” Tate wasn’t the easiest person to calm down when she was upset. She lost her shit easily.
“What the fuck were they doing outside of the clubhouse? We were on lockdown for a fucking reason.” Tiny slammed his fist against the plastic interior in front of him.