Police, huh? And he was going to have a long fucking talk with that bitch, Dinah. She had abso-fucking-lutely no motherly instincts. Drugging his son? And, just as bad or worse, letting some fuckhead sit next to his wife where shit got so out-of-hand Megan wanted to call the police?
“Yeah?” he asked casually. “You wanted to call the cops? Any particular reason why?”
“I’ve handled it, Christopher. Don’t worry. I don’t need you to fight all my battles.” She sighed. “Hold on.”
“Uh, hey, Prez, can we leave now?” Val asked, hooking his thumbs in his pockets and rocking on his heels.
Christopher glowered him into silence. He’d get Megan off the phone, fuck these motherfuckers up so they never talked his wife into doing some shit like this again, and then call her and talk to her for the rest of the night.
“I’m back,” Megan said. “I had to lay CJ down. Anyway, once we landed, we decided to go shopping and Mama complained about the price of a dress I wanted. Farrah got mad at me because I refused to go to a strip club. But I made the choice to leave you, so it isn’t anyone’s fault the trip is going so bad.”
Uh, if Megan was trying to plead these motherfuckers’ cases, she was just digging their fucking graves. Christopher leaned down and punched Digger. Flesh connected with flesh and Digger slid to the floor.
“What was that?”
Christopher kicked Digger. “Nothin’, baby,” he called.
Silence again. “So you’re alone?” she asked after a moment.
He kicked Digger once more and the man groaned. “Didn’t I say I was?”
Christopher guessed she didn’t believe him because she wasn’t saying anything. She was probably listening for sounds.
“Give me fifteen minutes, Megan.” Five minutes to fuck each of them up. He already had a head-start on Digger. “And answer this fucking phone when I call you the fuck back.” Not waiting for her response, he disconnected the call.
Mortician held up his hands. “Prez, man, we can explain—“
“Explain?” he yelled. “Explain why you fucks told Megan to fuckin’ leave? Stickin’ your fuckin’ nose in my business?”
“Outlaw,” Val started, “we just wanted—“
“Christopher—“ Johnnie began.
He jerked Digger to his feet and shoved him toward Val and Mortician. “Shut the fuck up. All of you. I owe you motherfuckers for this shit. Your ass whippins go to the back fuckin’ burner. I want that motherfucker named Cee Cee.”
Grabbing his smokes and his nine, he glanced at his phone. He’d call Megan back in a bit. First, he needed to socialize and discover what he could about Cee Cee Whoever-The-Fuck.
Wondering who the hell Cee Cee was and what he wanted, Johnnie walked into the room he used at the clubhouse whenever he slept on the premises. While the others spoke to some of the other brothers, he’d intended to make some calls and try to get a bead on the asshole who’d shaken Megs up enough that she wanted to call the police. Instead, he had company. The whore who’d sent Christopher over the edge. He’d expected the whore to have found another brother to fuck. Instead, he found her, knees drawn up, and fast asleep.
He withdrew a cigarette from his cut and lit it, his gaze never leaving the nude woman on the bed. Releasing the smoke, he thought about leaving her alone. He didn’t want her. First, he and Megan had shared a heated kiss, then he’d finger-fucked her while she jerked him off. In between those two encounters, he’d spent enough time with her to discover the person she really was. And he wanted every inch of her. But she didn’t want him, not that way at least.
So be it.
After finishing his cigarette, he walked to his stereo system and slipped in an old Creed cd. The whore stirred and sat up. Hard nipples tipped peach-colored, quarter-sized aureoles and she stretched, thrusting her breasts out further. She blinked when she saw him standing in the room. Her shock and panic didn’t escape him. Who the fuck was she? She’d been ready to seduce Christopher, but now, looked like a deer in the crosshairs of a hunter’s gun.
“H-hi.”
A husky voice to go with a lush body. The prospect of fucking her grew more appealing by the second.
“Hello.”
She combed her fingers through her hair, arranged the entire length over one shoulder, covering a breast.
He folded his arms and crossed one ankle over the other, leaning against the desk holding the stereo system. He didn’t have much in the room because he rarely spent nights there. A bed. A chest of drawers. A desk. That was about it.
As she continued to stare at him, Johnnie walked around, checking beneath the lamp on the desk for a hidden microphone or camera. He pulled out the drawers in the chest, eyed the inside, before rubbing his fingertips against every inch of the wood. He repeated the process at his desk and the headboard of his bed.
She studied him, confusion drawing her copper-colored brows together. She chewed on her full, bottom lip.
With Arms Wide Open began to play and Johnnie stilled, listening to the passionate words about the desire to show his son everything. Christopher had played this song for Megs at the wedding celebration they’d had after their civil service, even though he hadn’t known she was having a boy. The thought was still the same had she had a little girl. His nostrils flared.
“Are you all right?”
Johnnie narrowed his eyes at her. “Who the fuck sent you?”
Her brown eyes widened. “Whoever sent the other girls,” she answered without hesitation. “I’m not sure. Just say I’m a freelancer and one of the other girls couldn’t make it, so my friend called me. Asked me if I wanted to take the chick’s place. And here I am.”
Useless to ask for names, since they weren’t regulars and, instead hired whores.
“So no one hired you to fuck Outlaw?”
She frowned. “Why would someone hire me to do that?”
“To fuck with his relationship with his wife.”
“Seems silly. She’s not here, is she? How would that interfere with their marriage?”
Either she was a damn good actress or she really didn’t know that all someone had to do was tell Megs Christopher had fucked another woman and their marriage would be interfered with.
“Besides,” the whore continued, “she’s a biker’s wife. I’m sure she understands infidelity and betrayal.” She spat the last word. “I was on his lap. I felt his erection. He wanted to fuck me and would have if there hadn’t been all these people here.”
“If you think that, then you’re a goddamn fool. He couldn’t help but get a dickstand with the way you were grinding your pussy against him. But, if he wanted you, he would’ve fucked you and not cared who was here.”
She lowered her lashes and laid back on the bed, opening her legs. Her bare pussy lips and glistening clit winked at him. He could lose himself in this woman, forget the torment of Megs for a long as it took him to fuck. No names would be exchanged. No more talk. Nothing, but the sound of the music filling the room and the memories of Megs’s cries in his head.
Undressing in silence, he watched as she rubbed her pussy. He took a condom out of his desk drawer and gloved his cock in it before climbing on top of her and settling between her legs.
Surprise entered her eyes. “We aren’t going to kiss?”
No. He hadn’t kissed one woman since he’d tasted Megs’s mouth. Instead of answering the beauty beneath him, he thumbed her clit and she groaned. He bent his head and licked her nipple, rewarded when her pussy heated a little more. He inserted two fingers inside her juiciness and he sucked in a breath. She arched against him and moaned, rocking against his hand. He bit her nipple, increased the pressure of his thumb on her clit, the in-and-out speed of his fingers. A keening wail began to escape her but she bit down on her lip, catching the sound in her throat that his kiss could’ve captured.
Holding her hips in place, he sank into her and she expanded around him, her velvety softness just the haven he needed. Her lips brus
hed against his chest and a shiver went through him. She wrapped her long legs around his waist, clutching him tighter to her body, and lifting her hips to take him deeper.
“Just one kiss,” she whispered. “Please.”
Her voice sent him over the edge and he shuddered and groaned, filling the condom and going still. He was breathing hard and heavy, but it surprised him at how sated he felt. More sated then he’d felt in months.
He rolled off her and stared at the ceiling, at a loss for words. He covered his eyes with his forearm, hoping she got the message and leave him now that they’d fucked. But, no, of course things wouldn’t be so simple. He felt the condom being pulled off his cock a moment before she wrapped her mouth around his dick, allowing the head to hit the back of her throat. She relaxed her throat, took him deeper, and Johnnie grunted, lifting on his elbows to see her lips stretched around half his dick, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him hard. He fisted her hair and wrapped it around his hand, pulling on her head, hoping the slight pain he caused encouraged her to suck him harder and faster. He pumped his hips to her deep slurps and his head lulled back.
“Ah! Fuck!” He tightened his grip on her hair and held her head in place, thrusting into her wet mouth as cum jetted from him. He kept his dick in her mouth, her head in place, until his breathing slowed. Only then did he pull away and release her hair.
“Now will you kiss me?”
Hands behind his head, he popped an eye open. “You want a kiss, baby?”
She nodded.
“Come here.”
She crawled next to him, her heavy breasts hanging, hovering near Johnnie’s mouth. He sat further up and sucked a tight nipple into his mouth while guiding her onto her back. She moaned and he raised his head.
“If you want a kiss, gorgeous, I’ll give you a kiss you won’t forget.”
Her breath caught. He knew she expected him to roam up instead of heading south. There were kisses and there were kisses. Some were the sweet, romantic kind with romance in the air and oh-so-gentle seduction involving two mouths, two sets of lips, two tongues. Others were hot, wicked kisses containing one set of lips attached to one mouth, one tongue, and a pair of slick pussy lips.
He ran his tongue along the creamy seam of her folds, pushing her legs wide open. He circled her bare outer lips before opening them and licking his way around the inner folds, circling her clit but never quite touching it. He speared his tongue into her pussy and she screamed.
“My God,” she groaned. “Who taught you to eat pussy like this?”
He didn’t answer her, instead enjoying his cunt feast. Removing his tongue from her hot body, he pushed the hood of her clit back, exposing the most sensitive part of her and gave her what she asked for, a kiss. He pressed kiss after kiss against her before lapping. She thrashed against him, tugging at his hair, her legs trembling through her orgasm.
Oh, he wasn’t halfway finished eating her pussy. She wanted a kiss, then a kiss she’d get. Her juices clung to his lips, his chin, his nose. She’d come all over the place. Showing her just a slight bit of mercy, he blew on her clit, lubricating his fingers with her wetness and spreading her ass cheeks. He inserted a finger in each part of her and began swiping his tongue over her clit, massaging the thing membrane separating her pussy and ass, keeping her in place by pressing his other hand against her belly.
Her screams and sobs gratified him and when she came again, he removed his finger but not his mouth, sucking her pussy until she begged him to stop and he pulled away. He sat up to get another condom. He took her fast and hard, her feet resting on his shoulders, the sound of his movements in her soaked pussy spurring him to harder drives into her. Burying his head against her shoulder, he closed his eyes and breathed in her scent, flowers and sex and sweat. He bit her ear, fingered her clit until she reached her orgasm, then emptied into the condom.
He remained inside of her for a few minutes, before withdrawing and getting to his feet to discard the condom in the bathroom. When he returned, she had sat up and looked so sad. He got his cigarettes and offered her one but she declined with a shake of her head.
“I-I need to leave.”
Johnnie nodded.
“I…my clothes are in my car and my jacket is somewhere out in the main room.”
He sucked on his cigarette, thinking about what would happen to her if she went back out there with no clothes on, looking as thoroughly used as she had been. He doubted Christopher remained in the main room. He’d only wanted to gather some information and then get back to Megs and he didn’t have any idea what Val, Mortician, and Digger might be up to by now.
Silent, Johnnie grabbed his jeans and slipped them up. He yanked open a desk drawer and stopped short as a photo of Megs greeted him.
Johnnie swallowed, grabbed his gun, and slammed the drawer shut. He turned, the .38 still gripped in his hand. The woman let out a frightened cry. With a sigh, Johnnie shoved the weapon into the waistband of his pants.
“I don’t kill or hurt women. Who the hell knows what’s going on out there by now? I might have to pistol whip some asshole or shoot the shit out of them as I escort you to your car.”
After finding her a shirt and a pair of his shorts, he led her out of the room. Just as he suspected, the festivities had elevated to an orgy with brothers fucking the hired whores wherever and however while the Bobs sucked dick. Walking through the crowd, two naked girls approached him, ignoring the prostitute he was leading away.
“Not tonight,” he said with a wink, pausing when one of the brothers approached the woman he’d just fucked. “She’s with me, Bowlie.”
“Th-thank you,” she said when they left the noise of the clubhouse behind and reached the outdoors. Worry for her safety made him frown. It was cold and foggy. Though he’d probably never see her again, he’d just spent hours having sex with her. For now, in this freezing night, he felt a sense of responsibility for her.
He followed her to her car, impressed by her late model Mazda Miata MX-5. “Are you sure you’re going to be all right to drive?” he asked. Whatever other part of his soul he’d lost, he still protected women, thought they were the most amazing creatures on the face of the earth. “We can go back to my room. Spend the night together.” He shrugged. “Talking. Drinking. Having sex. Your choice.” Especially because he wasn’t sure what he wanted or needed right then.
She stared up at him, the spotlights glaring around them burning through the low fog and outlining her perfect features. “Kissing?”
He scowled, then sighed, wondering why it was so important to her that they kissed. The wind howled and she hugged her arms about herself. “No. I’ll kiss your pussy. The lovely globes of your ass cheeks. I’ll lick you from your toes all the way up to your thighs. But kiss you? No. That I won’t do.”
Her lips parted and the cold air chafed her skin red. Still, he knew his words had affected her.
“Not even to keep me out of this weather? Keep me here and safe?”
Johnnie lifted a brow, amusement dancing through him. “It’s your life, gorgeous. If you want to gamble with it by attempting to manipulate me into giving you your way, that’s your business.”
She lifted her chin, her lips thinning.
“I want you safe,” he reiterated.
Vulnerability and genuine shock shone in her brown eyes, as if the idea of anyone concerning themselves with her safety was shocking. And, maybe, it was. For all her refined beauty, she was a whore. High-classed, but a whore all the same. Yet, he’d never hold her past against her—or any woman. Not when he had so many sins of his own staining his soul.
On impulse, Johnnie pulled her into his arms and hugged her, kissing her temple. “Thank you, gorgeous,” he whispered, caressing her cheek. She was making her choice and he’d abide by it. “I had a wonderful time with you.”
She nodded. “Same here.”
Once she used her keyless entry, he opened the door and held it until she got in. She smiled at him and he gave h
er a two-fingered salute before she started the car and drove away.
Chapter 4
The covers tangled about her, Meggie tossed and glanced at the clock. 3:00 AM. CJ had awakened at midnight, falling back to sleep about thirty minutes ago. She was happy that the effects of Dinah’s actions had worn off long enough for him to remain awake more than fifteen or twenty minutes. But, as he was awakening, she was controlling her disappointment that Christopher hadn’t called her back. Farrah and Lacey had gone to the strip club, then called and said they’d picked up a couple guys and were going home with them. Instead of sharing the king-sized bed with her girlfriends, she had the bed all to herself while Dinah was on the sofa in the living area. After a hellish day, she needed a moment to unwind.
Turning towards the closed draperies of the hotel window, she debated whether or not to get up and glance outside. Maybe search for the moon and glimpse the shadow of the Olympic Mountains rising in the distance, since the darkness would swallow the beauty of Puget Sound.
She twisted again, the core of her feeling empty and unfulfilled. Neglected. She groaned, flushing with desire and embarrassment. Lovemaking had become a daily part of her life and she enjoyed it as much as Christopher did. There wasn’t one part of her body he’d left untouched. The only times he hadn’t made love to her was the six weeks she’d needed to heal after giving birth to CJ and the two days he’d pissed her off over Derby’s blatant cheating. They even made love during that time of the month.
She pushed her heels into the mattress, her legs falling open, bare beneath her short nightie. She pressed her palm against her sex and bit her lip to keep from moaning, her nipples hard.
Opening herself, she fingered her clit and shivered. She caressed the swollen nub, applying pressure, closing her eyes and imagining Christopher’s touch and rough words.
“Your pussy feels so fuckin’ good, Megan.”
She whimpered and arched her back, licking her lips.
“Fuck! Suck every drop of cum from me, baby.”
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