Let that cocksucker try to do something to my girl, I’d make that motherfucker squeal like a bitch.
W-A-R, motherfucker.
It’s on.
Bring it.
I’ll be ready.
I’ll be waiting.
Because a long time ago I vowed I’d never let anyone take what was mine again.
You can say whatever you want about me, call me a junkie, tell me I’m worthless, but I’ve always been a man of my word.
When I made Lacey mine I took a silent oath to protect and honor her until my dying day.
As long as I have a pulse that girl will have someone who will cherish her life.
Some people need guardian angels.
And some need a knight cloaked in leather.
I was so wrapped up in my own head, and the revenge I was ready to seek I didn’t hear the shower door open but somehow I knew my angel was behind me.
I glanced over my shoulder and watched as Lacey pressed her back against the shower tiles, splaying her palms flat on the wall as those eyes of hers, mischievously flirted with mine.
Her tongue sneaked out and ran along her lower lip.
She pushed off the wall, her hips sashayed as she took one step closer and pressed her hands against my chest. She rolled the barbell that pierced my nipple between her fingers.
There was no mistaking that look in her eyes…my good girl was rocking the sexy siren she discovered lived inside of her.
She lifted a finger to my lips.
“Not a word,” she ordered.
Oh girl, I like that.
She grabbed my hips, a smirk teased her lips as she swiveled her hips and dropped to her knees.
Christ.
I fisted her hair, piling it on top of her head to get a clear view of her face and watched as her lips parted. Her hand closed around my cock, lifted it up as she angled her head and licked my balls.
Goddamn, girl.
She peered up at me, assessing my features for approval.
“Go, on girl,” I encouraged.
She smiled.
“You don’t listen very well do you? I thought I told you not to say a word,” she said playfully, winking at me before she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. She sucked the tip, slowly taking inch by inch into her mouth, working my dick like she owned it.
She did.
Lacey gagged, pulled her mouth away, composed herself and went back at it.
I lost my fucking mind and moved my hips as I fucked her mouth.
Sweet and innocent.
Sexy and curious.
All fucking mine.
W-A-R.
Come on, motherfucker, try to take this from me.
I dare you.
Chapter Twenty-three
“Get dressed,” Blackie said against my breast before he pushed himself up. After the shower that resulted with me being pressed up against the wall and Blackie on his knees, devouring me he carried my limp body to the bed. It didn’t end there though, he then treated me to another orgasm with his hand, followed by another when he finally fucked me.
Three orgasms and I still wasn’t satisfied.
“Do I have to?” I asked as I wrapped my arms around his neck and lifted my hips. “I mean there are so many things we can do that don’t require clothes.”
“Gonna make me work hard to keep up with you, Lace,” he hissed, bending his head to take my nipple between his teeth.
I loved when he did that and when he twisted my nipples between his fingers because he always soothed the pain with his tongue.
Blackie’s tongue was a God-given gift.
Either that or he was a talented man because I was sure there wasn’t another man on this planet who could do the things he did.
“I think you can handle it,” I murmured, locking my legs around his waist, trapping him between them.
“Oh, you do, huh?”
“Yeah, I do,” I teased, lifting my hips and grinding my pussy against him.
“I’ve created a monster,” he muttered, lifting a hand and grazed my cheek with the back of it. “Thought you were beautiful before, but seeing you like this Lace…smiling, face flushed and your pussy grinding on my cock, you’re fucking gorgeous.”
“I like the way you talk,” I admitted. “I didn’t think I would, but it turns me on.”
“I see that,” he grinned, as his fingers glided over me. “Your cunt gets nice and wet when I talk dirty to you.”
His teeth nipped at my lower lip, tugging on it as he slipped two fingers inside of me.
“Mmm, what else gets you wet?” He questioned, thrusting his fingers in and out of me, stretching me.
Best reunion ever.
I had already had his mouth, his fingers and his cock and when he added the third finger it reminded me of the girth of his thick cock.
My hand couldn’t close around it.
“Your mouth,” I hissed. “Your beard when it rubs against me,” I added.
“You like it when I fuck you with my mouth, Angel?”
He withdrew his fingers, reached behind him and unlocked my legs, planting my feet on the mattress as he spread me out.
“I like it when you fuck me. Period. End of story.”
“Girl’s feelin’ loose,” he asserted. “Keep talkin’,” he grunted as he fisted his cock.
“Quit messing around, Blackie and give me what you and I both want,” I ordered as I sat up and closed my hand over his. “Give me this.”
He moaned encouraging me.
“Always,” I whispered as I pried finger by finger off, replacing them with my own. “Say it. Promise me.”
“Always,” he vowed.
“Now fuck me and fuck me like you want to, without restraint. I promise you I can take it,” I coaxed as my hand clenched around his cock and my other massaged his balls.
“Lace…” he struggled.
“Fuck me, Blackie,” I said, bringing my hand to my lips before licking my fingers and bringing them back down to his balls.
“Do it!” I demanded.
He growled before he shoved my shoulders and my back fell against the mattress.
“Turn over,” he ground out. “Now,” he hissed.
Excitement erupted inside of me as I flipped onto my back. I didn’t know what to expect and didn’t even care. I trusted this man completely and was eager for all the things he’d show me, for every experience he’d give me.
“Put this under your stomach,” he instructed, grabbing a pillow and smacking my ass.
I snatched the pillow from his hands and did as I was told, propping the pillow under me and lifting my hips.
“Give me that ass,” he demanded as his big hands glided over my ass. “Goddamn,” he muttered. “Clutch the pillow and stick that ass in the air,” he instructed.
I hugged the pillow to my middle and spread my legs, my ass propped in the air and his hands found my hips, dragging me against him. He didn’t ease in like the times before instead, he slammed his cock into me. I felt full, ready to burst as I pushed my ass against his pelvis and he continued to crash his hips against me.
“That what you want, Lace?” He ground out, letting go of my hips and cupping my breasts in his big palms forcing me to arch my back.
“God, yes,” I croaked, glancing down at his tattooed hands that covered my pale flesh.
“Got the sweetest cunt. You want to come baby girl?” He questioned breathless before he pulled his cock out from me.
“Blackie,” I protested, but before I could say another word he flipped me onto my back.
“Want to see your pretty face,” he explained, maneuvering my legs so one rested on his shoulder and the other tucked against his side.
A fresh sheen of sweat glistened over his body, his hair still wet from the shower fell recklessly around his face and his eyes darkened as he pushed into me.
He was beautiful.
And he was mine.
No one would take that away from
me.
No maker.
No one.
I knew he was close by the way his face contorted and his pace quickened. Yet, he was determined to get me off rotating my hips. Each swirl of my hips had my clit grinding against him, giving me the friction I needed to fall off the edge. I tried to sit up and reach for him, finally succeeding as my hands took purchase of his hips. I hung on for dear life as I felt my orgasm take over my body.
“So fucking pretty when she comes,” he groaned. “Shit!” He pulled away but my hands grabbed his ass and forced him back. He’s pulled out every time since that first time, covering me in his release and while it’s hot as hell and I get off on it I wanted to know what it felt like for him to be inside me when he came.
It was safe, but he didn’t know that.
“I’m on the pill,” I said, breathlessly as I lifted my eyes to his. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I chanted, circling my hips as I tried to hang on to control. “Blackie!” I screamed as I dropped my head against his chest.
He cupped my chin, forcing my head back so our eyes met.
“Said, I want to see your face and fuck, girl, you’re going to look at me when I come inside you,” he declared. “Eyes up here,” he insisted, pointing his index and middle finger at his eyes.
It was like an out-of-body experience—looking into the eyes of the man I never thought I’d have, sharing one of the most intimate moments between a man and a woman.
“Keep ‘em open,” he hissed, fighting to keep his eyes open too, pumping me one last time and filling me with his release.
I’m pretty sure I fell even harder for him, something I didn’t think was possible.
He bent his head and took my mouth with his, kissing me tenderly.
I fell harder.
Even harder.
I was gone.
His hips slowed as he pulled away from my mouth and took a deep breath.
“See,” I rasped in between breaths. “You can keep up,” I tried to laugh, but it wound up becoming a lazy smile because I was too exhausted to even laugh.
But he did.
He actually chuckled before he kissed my cheek loudly as my leg dropped from his shoulder and he released the other. They dropped onto the mattress with a thud, everything ached and I loved every minute of it.
I whimpered as his cock left me, wondering if we could stay intertwined like that forever. He flipped onto his back and collapsed next to me, trying to catch his breath.
I reached for his hand, addicted to his touch and laced our fingers together as we laid in silence, listening to one another breathe.
“Can’t let you go,” he said so low I barely heard him.
I turned to him, nervously as he kept his eyes trained on the ceiling.
“What?” I questioned hoarsely.
He waited a beat before turning his cheek and staring back at me.
“You asked me before I left what will happen with us,” he started.
Here it comes.
No.
“You’re my girl, Lacey. Ain’t nobody in this world I want other than you,” he said.
“But?” I whispered.
“But Jack finding out isn’t what I’m worried about,” he revealed.
“It isn’t?”
“No, baby it’s not. The clubs involved in a lot of shit right now. I got a lot of things I need to make right on the outside before I can claim you to the world,” he paused, lifting his hands to my cheek. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m not ending this. We need to keep it on the down low until I’m sure you’re safe with me,” he explained.
“I’m always safe with you,” I argued.
“Remind me of that when I doubt myself.”
His words gave a glimpse to a vulnerable side of him I hadn’t yet discovered until that moment. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me down on top of him.
“I’ll work it out,” he promised. “And then we’ll work on Jack,” he added.
“And then?”
“Then, I’m taking you for a tattoo, get you some ink so you never forget who you belong to,” he teased, squeezing me.
“Blackie! I’m serious, then what?”
“You tell me,” he said, against my hair. “Tell me what you want and I’ll move heaven and hell to give it to you,” he swore.
“Heaven and earth you mean,” I corrected, smiling as I closed my eyes.
“It’s heaven and hell where I come from, baby,” he affirmed.
“This,” I said through a yawn. “This right here is everything I want.”
And it was.
At nineteen years old I had it all.
Now, I had to convince my maker to let me keep it.
I took her to Coney Island that night, rode the Cyclone three times and won her a half a dozen stuffed animals—she gave one to every kid we passed that didn’t have one. We were walking around Luna Park when out of the corner of my eye I saw a mother and her young son.
“But Mommy, please? One more try!”
“I already wasted twenty dollars trying to win you a prize that cost fifty cents,” the mother argued with her son.
“Please mommy! I won’t ask after this time,” the kid pleaded.
“I don’t have any more money to waste on games, Joshua,” the mother hissed.
I let go of Lacey’s hand, walked over to the trailer and laid a five-dollar bill on the counter. It was the game where you had to shoot water into the clown’s mouth until you filled the balloon and it popped.
There are perks to owning a shooting range.
You can beat the clown all the time.
The bell chimed, signaling I won, and I dropped the water gun. I kneeled down, smiled at the mom and tapped the little boy on the shoulder.
“Hey, there kid,” I started.
He looked at his mother for approval before he waved at me timidly.
“You see that girl over there,” I said, pointing over at Lacey who smiled but looked back at me curiously.
“Yeah,” the boy said.
“I’m trying to get her to go out with me and she told me she’d say yes if I win you a prize,” I looked over my shoulder and tipped my chin to the water balloon that was declared a winner. “Think you can help me get the girl by taking the prize?”
He looked up at his mother, grinning from ear to ear.
“Can I?”
I lifted my eyes to hers, watched as she diverted her eyes back to her son.
“Sure, wouldn’t want to leave the nice man hanging,” she said as she turned back toward me. “Thank you.”
I winked, slapping my hands against my knees and rose to my full height.
“Can I have the Spongebob?”
The clerk handed him the ugly yellow stuffed thing, and the boy smiled widely at me.
“Thank you! I hope you get the girl,” he exclaimed.
I turned around, my eyes met Lacey’s and the smile she wore became contagious.
“I hope so too,” I told the boy.
I hope I get to keep her.
I said goodbye to the kid and his mom before making my way back to Lacey.
“You won that boy a prize,” she commented, looping her arm through mine.
“Yeah, watching you put a smile on six kids faces when you gave them those prizes must’ve rubbed off on me,” I said.
“Watch out Blackie, you’re becoming more like a big teddy bear than a big bad biker,” she joked.
I growled.
“Cut it out, Lace,” I ordered, taking her hand and pulling her towards Nathan’s Famous Hot Dogs. “Come on, I’m starving,” I mumbled.
She was right. I was soft when it came to her. It wasn’t a new development; there has always been a place inside me carved out just for her, but every minute I spent with her I fell deeper.
And she fell too.
Deeper in trouble.
Deeper in danger.
And the both of us threatened to fall deeper in love with the story we were writing
.
For her it was an original piece.
For me it was a rewrite.
A story about an Angel and the Devil.
We needed a miracle.
Or just each other.
Maybe we were the miracle.
Ah, fuck. I was soft.
Tomorrow I was going to shoot something.
Anything.
Chapter Twenty-four
I haven’t touched a drink in two months, sixty-one days to be exact, since that night in Boston. Sixty-one days sober and sixty-one days Lacey remained safe and out of the arms of the enemy.
The club had enemies lurking all over the place and we were living life waiting for the world to be pulled out from under us.
When Jack returned from his visit with Victor, I clued him in on what had gone down with the Corrupt Bastards, leaving out Boots threats against Lacey. That shit was mine to deal with, not his and not the clubs. The club needed to worry about the dynamics of war and be prepared for when the Corrupt Bastards made their demands clear.
And then we still had the motherfucking Chinese to worry about.
Every which way we turned, there was someone waiting to fuck with us.
The thing that worried both me and Jack most was that both rival clubs were quiet. They let time pass, life moved forward and the weak ones thought everything would blow over.
But Jack and I knew better.
On his last visit to see the caged mobster, we found out that Jimmy was being sent to Otisville any day now. He needed clearance from one more doctor, there was no more surgeries lined up, that motherfucker was fucked. He was a scary looking dude before, but now he had burns covering ninety percent of his body—that motherfucker was vile.
Life’s a bitch.
Then you die.
Or some biker sets your ass on fire.
That wasn’t the only news Jack brought home with him. Pastore signed over his union contracts to the club, giving us partial control over the docks and partnered us with Rocco Spinelli, the mobster taking over Vic’s territory now that his organization had been dissolved. He was also interested in buying out the gun contracts we had in place with Wu.
Things were coming along, we had protection from Spinelli, should we need extra hands and Bianci was always willing to strap on bullet-proof vest to help the cause. I gave Jack a lot of grief over his ties with Pastore, mainly with Bianci—in the end I respected both men for their loyalty to our club.
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