Filthy Love (Renegade Souls MC Romance Saga Book 4)

by V. Theia

  He watched her face blanche. And he hated he was the one to put it there.

  Hawk dropped his head over his hands. Lowered his voice to a gravelled, pained rumble. Every organ squeezed oxygen until it choked him. “I want you more than I need to breathe, Gia. It’s never gonna change. I mean what I say, I’m no good for you.”

  You’re evil, boy. You’re a disease.

  “I’ll end up ruining you. But I want you so fucking badly.” Raising his head, he met her startled look and oh, fuck him … that look of hers gave him so much goddamn hope.

  He went for broke. He’d come this far.

  “I can’t sleep with you.” He followed on before she could speak. “Not yet. I haven’t … fuck. I never cared about protecting myself, Gia.” His own body was a piece of shit he didn’t care to wrap it in a rubber when he fucked. And saying it out loud like this to the woman he loved … yeah, he felt like the worst scum on earth. He swallowed the rocks in his throat. “If you still want me after knowing …”

  “Condoms.” She choked out.

  Hawk shook his head. “No. I won’t chance you that way, little bit. If you want to fuck me.” Jesus, was he even saying it? A decade he’d denied himself and he was sitting at her table offering himself up for her use.

  He was tired of fighting himself.

  He was so fucking weak for needing her.

  Just once.

  “If you still want that, then I get it sorted first, then…”

  “Then we can date?”

  Date? What did he know about dating a woman like her? Any woman? Clueless had a name and it was Hawk. He found himself bobbing his head.

  He’d give her anything.

  “Yeah, little bit.”

  He’d done it now.

  Nailed his own coffin.

  But as Gia sat back in her chair and exhaled slowly, the apples of her cheeks rosy pink, he felt a peace settle around his chest.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  “Who said three’s a crowd?” - Lawless.

  As motels went, this one was two drugs raids up from a prized shithole.

  Overlooking a mountain range, with only a gas station across the road for company, it wasn’t ideal aesthetically, but perfect for noise cancelling.

  Lawless positioned in the doorway, his shaved head almost clipping the top of the frame and took stock of the one bed in the pocket-sized space. A crappy portable tv on the dresser, a bathroom no doubt smaller than the broom closet at the club.

  Dark pea-green carpet, patchy and worn in the high foot traffic areas had seen better days. Nicotine stained walls and some god-awful orange lamp with tassels around the shade.

  It was straight out of the acid-fuelled 70’s.

  It was the kind of motel that if it had a brochure it would have been described as kitsch and charming, including a map of previous murders.

  Lawless saw no charm.

  Only crime scenes in the making.

  He’d stayed in so many motels over the years he considered himself an expert. There was that one place in Delaware that he spent many a pleasant hour coked out of his head, drunk and covered in his own come and whatever curiously queer boy he’d brought home that night.

  He could have met at his home away from home with all his goodies, but he didn’t want this visit in any way associated to Lawless known member of the Renegade Souls MC, not when he’d worked so hard to disguise his identity.

  And naughty maggots he played with tended to get overly excited from time to time and flap their disobedient, little gums and tell all about their depraved experiences with him. He couldn’t say of the times he’d had referral calls, like he was running a damn travel agent.

  Meat was so rude at times.

  Ah well, what you gonna do, he thought.

  He’d parked around back, choosing to use his baby Mustang instead of his Harley and instead of his usual club cut marked with his ENFORCER patch, Lawless was in dark stone cargo pants with a simple muscle shirt and a plain black leather jacket, without the grim reaper and his club’s name on the back.

  He hefted a sigh. He felt naked without them. Barren of order and all shit went to hell. Who was he if not identified as a Renegade Souls?

  He heard a car pull in outside and he smacked his callused hands, rubbing them together, smirking a little villainous as he let the knock sound first. And then another.

  It was good to keep people waiting.

  Swinging the motel door open he set his gaze on first the woman, as was expected. She smiled, flushed. Lawless had a habit of compiling people as though they were at a check out; Mini skirt. Tank top. Flat sandals. Fake tan. Short hair. Tapered waist, flared hips. Double D tits, pouty lips. Already aroused, was she? She scanned her own gaze over him like he was a melted candy bar.

  Bad, bad meat. Even her tits were happy to see Lawless.

  Next, he took his blue stare to the man standing at her side. Tan pants, white shirt and a jacket the color of mud. Floppy hair that kept falling over his eyes. Several inches shorter than Lawless’ own 6’4”. He’d guessed instantly it was the guy who was more susceptible to manipulation and didn’t that just work out fine. A little unnerved, the man shuffled as Lawless assessed them both in turn, no sense in hurrying things.

  When he turned back to Lawless, who cast a brow high, the man’s eyes turned smoky with interest which was gone in a second as he led the woman inside.

  Well, thought-provoking to say the least, he hummed, closing the door behind them.

  Zofia and Alex Evanson. Or as Lawless knew them as; bad little married swingers.

  “We’re so glad you called, David,” the natural blond said with an excited squeal to her voice as Lawless reached into his pocket and brought out a joint, sparking it to life he inhaled the weed deeply a few times before he offered it out.

  The man took it first and presented it to the Mrs.

  “We’re still buzzing from the other night.” They smoked until it was gone, and both appeared stress-free.

  Lawless never needed weed to calm his chill, but he wanted these maggots malleable as puff pastry.

  Oh, yeah. Like taking candy from a dumb baby.

  The tickle in his throat forced out a smile over his lips.

  “So, am I, darling.” Lawless said feigning interest, he shrugged out of his coat, lacing his usual corroded voice box with a sweetness he didn’t feel. Catching interesting glances from the pair as bad eyes streaked over his bare arms and hard torso.

  He was a trained killer in peak condition of both mind and body.

  And just three nights previous he’d railed that petite Polish woman in front of her husband while she sucked him off.

  Fun times for all.

  Threesomes. Moresomes. Fucksomes and triads of orgies. Lawless had done it all. Usually orchestrating it like he was Arturo Toscanini.

  Sex was all the same noise, depending on the day and his varying stages of enthusiasm.

  However, this was an altogether different chess game. He was already five moves ahead when he helped Zofia out of her wispy clothes.

  This game he liked.

  Subterfuge with a side order of dominance and an orgasm to go.

  Alex looked on.

  The bulge in his pants wasn’t only for his wife. Bad maggot and his nasty secret. Lawless smirked and continued until the woman was naked as the day she came into the world.

  “Have you been a good girl, Zofia?” The authority in his question made her shiver, nipples hardened. He let her husband watch as Law pinched both hard enough to turn them red.

  He just bet she was juicy between her legs.

  Why wouldn’t she? Two cocks make a very wet pussy happy. Everybody knew that.

  “I don’t know about that,” she giggled winking at her man. Who had yet to chime in.

  Lawless cranked his head to the side, pinning Alex with an expectant look.

  His chest churned a few times before he caved to Lawless’ silent demand and he too began to strip out of hi
s clothes.

  It was too easy.

  He made sure to brush subtle touches on both hungry bodies.

  One wet. One hard.

  Malleable meat did what he told them for the next ten minutes while he took out another joint, smoked and talked bullshit to impress two people who were already undressing him with their dirty eyes.

  When Law tossed the last of the smoke in an ashtray, he licked a mark from his thumb before pulling the woman over his lap. Back to his chest. Splitting her thighs wide to show all she had to the next state over.

  Alex was perched on the end of the bed stroking his own Johnson, getting a little furious on the down strokes. Lawless made sure to keep eyes on him, making the man sweat and pant out of sorts while he touched the greedy gash between Zofia’s legs. She groaned and arched into him.

  “Did you know your name meant wisdom?” He threw in a boring fact.

  She preened. “It does?”

  “Yeah. I looked it up.”

  “You are one of the few who pronounces correctly.”

  Of course, he was. He didn’t inherit the moron gene. Unless you asked his momma. And no one was talking to that bitch any time soon.

  ZAW-fya. Lawless didn’t speak Polish but he’d sat at enough poker tables in his time with a lot of Polish gamblers. He noticed her other half pronounced it Zo-fire. Bad fish.

  When she was good and soaked and writhing, he patted her pussy and pulled his fingers free.

  “Alex. I think your Mrs needs some deep, satisfying penetration.”

  “Oh, yes. Honey, please.” She purred to him. He sauntered over, cock bobbing. Lawless on the only stool in the room kept her perched perilously edged on his lap, stretched out like a dirty buffet. He pulled at her nips to make her cry.

  And then holding a wet, moaning woman on his lap he encouraged Alex to bang his wife.

  Teeth bared, he licked his lower lip.

  Alex watched, pupils blown out, and rammed hard.

  Lawless cackled internally. Someone was trying to impress him.

  Perverts were so predictable. They liked to peacock just like any other mammal.

  Arching his brow, he let his hand trail down Zofia’s undulating belly, the woman all but forgotten, though she was making a fucking mess on his lap.

  He’d need new pants.

  Never trying to be one thing or another. Lawless was just himself.

  He was told he was menacing. He was.

  He was told he was overtly domineering. He was.

  He was told he was bossy and strict. Yes, and yes. What’s the problem?

  What most didn’t know, except his club friends, was he was extremely, and downright manipulative. Sly could have been his middle name.

  “Oh, David. Baby, please!” She cried for both the men tending to her body.

  Lawless wasn’t even listening.

  A tick of boredom weighed. Didn’t it always. Oh well. His circuits all hummed in tune. Not yet, not yet. Patience. He couldn't get to the end of the game just yet.

  When Law’s hand slid around Zofia’s thigh, down and over to Alex. The man flinched then settled into his task, he shared a kiss with his wife, their slobbering lips doing nothing for Lawless.

  Anyone knew kissing was for the animals.

  Oh, wait. Wasn’t he called an animal recently? Funny that.

  In. out. In. out. Hard. And harder. Alex slammed and on an out stroke, Lawless met those gray, watchful, starving eyes and let his fingers stroke down the wet cock to the root.

  Alex inhaled, stalled before he started back up a second later.

  Oh, this fish. Lawless smirked and repeated, tighter this time, rimming the dick in his whole fist making Alex fuck through it before he got to his wife’s pussy.

  “You see how it goes …if you want the back of her pussy, work for it.”

  Alex grunted.

  Zofia belted out her orgasm. And two very happy married people later Lawless lifted her off his lap.

  “Your tattoo is scary as fuck, David.” She announced stretching her pleasured body across the bed.

  In the process of pulling out his throbbing dick, Lawless cast her a wink and rolled on a condom. “So, I’ve been told.”

  “Again? So soon?” She sounded so hopeful. He hated to burst her baby bubble.

  No, he didn’t.

  “Not your turn, darling.” Slickly, Lawless lowered his head so when he swerved it to the left, towards Alex gulping water over by the dresser, his eyes were heavy lidded. And the guy almost choked when Lawless’ intent became clear.

  Catching the bad fish was going to be easy.

  “What? Eh…I don’t think so.” Protested the man with the hard-on.

  Lying, bad meat.

  On the bed, Zofia got the gist and giggled. “Honey, you haven’t lived until you feel David’s big dick inside you. Trust me you’ll love it. You’ll look sexy, baby. Please? For me.”

  It took no persuasion at all. A light click of his fingers and a calm certainty in his tone he had Alex over the bed.

  But first. He pulled Zofia across the comforter by the ankles. She wasn’t shy in opening her thighs. “I need something from you first,” he charmed and fed his big cock into her. Going and going and going until she groaned languidly, as he hit bottom.

  When Lawless pulled free the condom was soaked.

  “Can’t fuck your man without a bit of lube, now can I? Or you’ll be tending to his sore ass for days.” He directed at her saucily.

  She lapped up the attention and the prospect of watching her man take a dick for the first time. That she knew of. Sly Alex was not a first to the queer attention, that much Lawless recognized, what with the way he was eye-fucking Lawless eager as a goddamn Labrador, he all but wagged his tail.

  The cock pointing at him was stiff as a board.

  “This isn’t what we agreed to, Zo. I don’t think …” no time for thinking when Lawless edged his way inside and didn’t stop until he got past the ring of muscle.

  And what do you know. Alex soon changed his mind. His grunt ricocheted off every wall, his strong back arched up like a cat in heat.

  Zofia rolled to the head of the bed, her naughty fingers whittling between her slick thighs, watching the whole thing. “Slide down.” Lawless told her. “You want to lick her, don’t you?” He gripped the male hips and shoved forward forcing an answer in the form of a pleasured groan.

  Soon all three were in motion.

  It was a good orgasm, Law, thought, dumping the condom in the bathroom. Not one of his best, but while in Rome.

  Washing up at the sink, he soaped under his nails, around his wrists. Methodical tending to his skin, he met his own reflection in the mirror above the sink.

  He heard voices quiet and hushed.

  The naughty meat whispering about him?

  Maybe deciding on a Yelp rating.

  He smirked. Predictable.

  Just as he thought when the door edged open and in slid Alex, closing it behind him. “Mind if I take a piss? Zo is thinking we order in some food, man. What do you think?”

  A measured brow and silence from Lawless, he waited for the other male to sidle his naked form up to him. Law watched him in the mirror while he dried his hands.

  “That was eh… yeah.” Nervous laugh. His dick was not very nervous. Already semi-hard, Law observed.

  It didn’t matter the level of intelligence a man had, even one like Lawless who was constantly poking into things, he hadn’t risen to the height of mind reading just yet, pity really. He wondered what nasty thoughts were flitting through this one’s mind as he deliberately allowed silence to shroud through the room. He tossed the towel and turned around, resting his ass on the countertop. Though he slouched, with his legs crossed at the ankle, he was still taller than Alex. A fact of which made those gray eyes gleam raking over Lawless’ brawny torso.

  “You don’t say much do you?”

  “Does that bother you?”

  “Nah, man. When my girl gets
going she can talk for ten people, gets annoying after a while, you know.” Boston inflected into his voice.

  Something about the way this guy said it clawed the inside of his spine.

  He hated disloyalty. Fucking hated it. He’d kill a motherfucker at the first sign of betrayal against him, no questions asked no chances given.

  If he believed in any of the almighty gods he’d thank them for his club brothers.

  Loyal always.

  This bad fish with his growing meat hanging between his legs wasn’t showing the proper sense of loyalty to his woman.

  Lawless wouldn’t want an old lady. Not for any fucked-up, damaged reason, he was as sane as the next pup who was tossed out with the trash when he was a kid. Momma, where did you go? It was more the fact of boredom.

  What kind of woman would she need to be to see to all Lawless’ ticks and fancies? She’d never get any sleep. Same went for a male lover if he were tallying up life partner candidates.

  He’d be the dickhead with one hundred cats who yelled at the neighborhood kids to stay off his fucking lawn.

  The messy business of love was more trouble than it was worth, he reckoned.

  Lawless was a Rubik’s cube. Many faces. Thousands of ways to solve his puzzle and no one ambidextrous enough to twist his way.

  “So, I was thinking …” Alex mumbled hesitantly, looking Lawless directly in the eye.

  Oh, here we go.

  Lawless had operated him so fucking easily. Too easily really, it was boring. But he wouldn’t brag. Not yet. If he got cocky and this all went tits up he would have wasted three whole days and only got a mediocre come-load out of it.

  Silence went on and on. Alex expecting him to fill the gap. Lawless just rolled up a brow.

  “So, we had fun, right? And I was thinking maybe ...”

  “Maybe what, Alex?”

  Color rushed into the top of the man’s cheeks. Eyes darting around the bathroom. “Maybe you and I could, you know … like … get together sometime.” One. Two. three. Lawless counted in his head, keeping his face impassive.