“You know the fuck I didn’t,” he interrupted. “You just tryin’ to be an ignorant motherfucker tonight. Not bein’ able to touch her was hard, Mort. But not as hard as I thought. You know why? Cuz me and Megan friends. You know how much I like fuckin’. Eatin’ pussy. Gettin’ my dick sucked.” He paused in his inventory to drink from the bottle and remember the way Megan learned to suck dick during her recovery. It made him even crazier behind her. Not that Mort needed to know that shit. “But, fuck, Mort, that’s not the most important fuckin’ thing no more. Knowin’ no matter what, Megan got my fuckin’ back, takes fuckin’ precedence over every-fuckin-thing.”
“Damn.”
“You and Bailey friends, aintcha?”
Reluctantly, Mort nodded.
“You got her with your kid or she got a baby in her from another motherfucker?”
Mortician’s face darkened with anger. “She’s pregnant for me.”
“And you lettin’ her fuckin’ go, assfuck? With your baby growin’ in her?”
“I’m not ready to give up fucking other bitches,” Mortician insisted.
“Fair fuckin’ enough. I’m sure Bailey gonna need dick soon, too. Shit work both ways, know what I fuckin’ mean? While you gettin’ addicted to a young bitch, that fuckin’ young bitch learnin’ to love dick.” He turned toward the door, surprised at Mort’s shock. Obviously, that shit hadn’t fucking crossed his mind.
All right. It wouldn’t have fucking crossed Christopher’s mind, either, if he hadn’t fucking experienced it first-fucking-hand. But, hey, something needed to wake Mort the fuck up.
He hoped like fuck the motherfucker heeded his fucking words. If that didn’t open his eyes, maybe, this would.
“I’ll give you six fuckin’ months. I’ll make sure them other motherfuckers give you six months, too.”
“Six months for what?”
“To work things out with Bailey or walk the fuck away from her. You figure out you really don’t fuckin’ love her and let her fuckin’ go, you win the fuckin’ bet. You decide to get with her, you pay the fuck up, motherfucker.”
Chapter 18
Kendall dropped into the recliner next to Dinah’s bed and covered her face in her hands, not wanting to think about the Bobs or Johnnie having his dick sucked by those whores. They discussed those women like they discussed the weather, reaffirming Kendall’s determination that Johnnie choose her and their baby or the club. But he couldn’t have both.
Sooner or later, temptation would become too great for him and he’d let one of those girls touch him. They hadn’t made love in days and if he intended to attend their disgusting party…
She heaved in a breath, not wanting to think about Johnnie with anyone else.
“Meggie?”
Kendall dropped her hands from her face and stared in the direction of Dinah. Her blue eyes stared at Kendall.
“Where’s Meggie?” she croaked. “I want Meggie!”
Erm…
A wildness entered Dinah’s eyes, tears filling them. “She’s gone, too? She left me like K-P and Joseph? I don’t have anyone.”
She’d only sat in here while Dinah had been asleep, only interacted with Dinah when Meggie had been leading her around. Meggie had been so very tired, trying to take care of everyone and everything. Kendall understood a little better why Christopher protected her so fiercely, especially from his mother-in-law.
“Where’s Meggie?” she sobbed. “Dead, isn’t she?”
“No,” Kendall managed. “But she is pregnant and she needs to rest. Christopher ordered her to bed. She was running herself into the ground taking care of you.”
“I don’t care! I’m her mother. She’s supposed to take care of me. She’s all I have left.”
Her thin face made her eyes look huge and haunted. She’d been abused, her self-worth beaten out of her, leaving behind a pathetic shell of a woman who barely retained her sanity.
Kendall shivered, seeing herself.
“Do you have to use the rest room?”
Dinah must’ve been sleeping for hours. Just the thought made Kendall’s bladder throb.
“Only if Meggie’s here.”
Kendall considered her options. “Dinah,” she began. “I promise I’ll get Meggie for you if you get to the bathroom.” She swept her gaze over the woman’s frail body, revealed by the covers she’d kicked aside. Food stained her pink nightgown. “And let me help you to get cleaned up.”
Tears filled her eyes again and slid down her cheeks. “I don’t want to do anything but die,” she confessed. “I told her. I told her if she left me I’d kill myself.”
Standing and inching closer to the bed, Kendall sat on the edge, thinking about what she needed to say. As an attorney, she needed to come up with a firm but convincing argument. For…for Meggie. It no longer mattered why Meggie wanted to be friends—if it was because Christopher expected it of her or just because she…she really liked Kendall.
Kendall twisted her hands together. “Is that fair? Telling her that, I mean. You must’ve worried her sick.”
“I didn’t. She told on me! She always tells her brute of a husband everything. I hate that and I hate him, threatening to have me locked away if I didn’t drink his nasty drink.” She bristled with anger and resentment. “All I do is sleep.”
“If you’re asleep, you can’t hurt yourself.”
“No one would miss me.”
Kendall scooted closer and reached for her hand. “Meggie would miss you. It would break her heart if anything happened to you.”
For a moment, she remained motionless, not responding to Kendall’s touch or her words. But, then she wrapped her bony fingers around Kendall’s hand and Kendall wanted to weep at the hope bringing some life to Dinah’s eyes. “Really?” she sniffled. “She’d miss me?”
“Of course. Just like…just like…I’ll bet she misses the way you once were.” Kendall bowed her head, thinking of her own mother, shuddering at the thought of all the blood. The images were always there, lurking at the back of her mind. Marie hadn’t been the mother Kendall had dreamed of having, but, she missed her and wished she was still alive. Their relationship had been odd and strained and, yet, Kendall couldn’t remember a time, after she’d become an adult, when she’d gone to her mother and tried to bridge the chasm between them. She’d just gotten more and more bitter. “Do you remember how you used to be?”
Her jaw clenched. “No.”
“I think you do,” Kendall chastised. “I think you’re afraid, though. Afraid of facing…life. Because it’s hard and mean and cruel.”
“I don’t have to face it as long as Meggie is here. She protects me.”
Irritation surged through Kendall and she cocked her head to the side. “Who protects her?”
“She doesn’t need protection,” she said without malice, growing droopy. “She’s a fighter. She stood up to Thomas and got away when I couldn’t.”
“Let’s get to the bathroom before you go to sleep again.”
Her eyes popped open. “I’m not going to sleep until I see Meggie.”
Footsteps pounded into the room and both Kendall and Dinah glanced toward the door. Relief settled deep into Kendall. Arrow. Dinah’s face fell.
“Kendall, babe, thank you but I’ll take it from here.” He puffed on his cigar.
“Make him go away,” Dinah pleaded, tightening her grip on Kendall’s hand.
“Not happening.”
“You aren’t K-P,” she sobbed. “You can’t come in here and be nice. You aren’t K-P, so you can’t expect to get me like he did.”
Arrow barked a laugh. “My dick has better things to do than to fuck a pathetic excuse for a woman like you. K-P wasn’t fucking desperate, so you must’ve acted like you had a shred of fucking pride. I’m here because of your girl. K-P admired Meggie and she deserves every bit of happiness she can get, not a selfish bitch who can’t get out of bed to piss on her fucking own.”
Dinah tensed and scooted clo
ser to Kendall, who’d gone rigid with fear.
“I’m telling on you,” Dinah sniffled. “I’m telling Meggie.”
“Tell on me,” he mocked. “You tell your daughter. I’ll tell her fucking husband.”
Turning her back to them, Dinah wailed and Arrow started toward her, barely giving Kendall a glance except to growl at her, “Get the fuck out.”
She didn’t want to leave this frail woman with this oversized, mean biker. His massive hands would make quick work of Dinah’s scrawny neck, either snapping the bone in it or strangling her. And…and she knew how cruel bikers were sexually. Here, though, they’d said she was safe. She could speak her mind and stand up to them and no one would hurt her. Because she was Johnnie’s. Dinah belonged to no one, though, and none of them particularly liked her. Arrow swung the woman up into his arms.
“D-don’t hurt her,” Kendall pleaded, fear trembling her insides.
He paused and frowned at her. “Get the fuck out. I’m not hurting her and I won’t hurt her, but somebody needs to call her on her bullshit. Now, get out!”
Fear getting the best of her, Kendall stumbled out. She needed to find Johnnie. He’d know what to do. The noise in the main room daunted her. Before she reached the entryway, she heard heavy breathing and grunts and squinted in the dimness, afraid to focus, knowing she had to, though.
Digger leaned against the wall, eyes closed, pants unzipped, gripping the hair of a nearly naked girl. She went to the bar and found Val behind it. “Where’s Johnnie?”
“He went outside a few minutes ago,” he said without concern, pouring a row of shots.
“Why?”
Val frowned. “Cuz he’s a grown fucking man and wanted to fucking go the fuck outside.”
Kendall recoiled back and spun on her heel, looking for a friendly face, only seeing a bunch of women there to pleasure any man who crooked their finger at them and men who stared at her like she belonged in a freak show.
She didn’t care what she’d find. Better to have the evidence of Johnnie’s infidelities now rather than later.
A couple minutes later, the evening sky promised a beautiful night. The breeze cooled Kendall’s heated skin and she drew in a deep breath, trying to get her bearings. Blindly, she walked to the edge of the property where the pathway through the woods started.
A giggle reached her and then a groan. Overwrought and overworked, she froze.
“Wicked little bitch,” Christopher growled.
Another giggle. Were none of these people who they presented themselves to be?
“He’s going to come back soon,” Meggie coaxed, startling Kendall.
Christopher laughed again. “You little nympho, I ain’t fuckin’ you out here with all these motherfuckers lurkin’. Besides, like you said, Johnnie comin’ back with my boy soon.” Leaves rustled. “Wait, baby.”
Meggie gasped. A moment later, Kendall saw why. He stepped from behind the tree, his gun raised.
“What the fuck you doin’ here, Kendall?” he snapped, shoving his gun back in his pocket.
“You could’ve shot her, Christopher,” Meggie accused, stepping beside him, her lips swollen and her cheeks flushed.
“Then you need to fuckin’ educate her. How Not to Get Fucked Up 101.” He jerked out a cigarette and lit it, not ashamed of the imprint of his erection straining against his jeans. “How the fuck long you been fuckin’ standin’ there any-fuckin-way?”
“I-I was looking for Johnnie,” Kendall murmured, embarrassed and confounded.
He blew the smoke up and pointed over his shoulder. “That way.”
She started away from the two of them.
“Yo’, Kendall?”
“Y-yes?”
“Watch over CJ for about an hour. I gotta wicked little bitch who want some dick really fuckin’ bad.”
“Yeah,” Meggie called, poking her tongue out at Christopher, “but don’t tell my husband.”
Christopher laughed and flicked his cigarette away, scooping her into his arms.
Johnnie paused at his bedroom door and heaved in a deep breath. He’d seen Kendall on the trail when he’d taken Little Man for a walk. She’d hovered back and he hadn’t known how to approach her, so he’d focused on the little boy, hoping she’d make a move to join them.
She hadn’t.
When he’d discovered Christopher and Megan gone, Kendall had shrugged, her lips tightening. Johnnie returned inside. Not seeing the two of them, he’d figured out fairly quickly the reason for their disappearance.
One thing about Christopher, he usually didn’t stray too far over the mark of the time he’d request for Little Man’s babysitting duties. Christopher had gotten his son about five minutes ago, walking, in nothing but his jeans, amidst the growing number of bikers and groupies.
Enough was enough, however. The past few days had begun to intrude upon Johnnie’s and Kendall’s relationship, just as it had the week Logan made his appearance.
Knocking once, Johnnie opened the door and found Kendall sitting at his desk, braiding her damp hair. She’d taken a shower and now wore one of his t-shirts and a pair of his pajama bottoms. Her hands paused at his approach.
“Hey.”
“Hi, gorgeous.”
Not responding, she finished her hair. It looked as if she wouldn’t say anything more. Pushing aside his rising annoyance, he placed his hands on her shoulders, bent and kissed her neck.
He’d come in to talk, but, fuck, jerking off wasn’t what he wanted. He wouldn’t do anything with her but fuck her pussy and, if that’s all she ever wanted, he’d have to live with that. His hands roamed to her breasts, her hardened nipples pressing against the material of the t-shirt and tempting the shit out of him. Caressing them, he guided her to her feet and turned her to him, slanting his mouth over hers, his dick hard and hurting.
He inserted his fingers into the pajama bottoms and found her feminine seam, running a finger along the hot slit. She moaned and ground against him, her arms slowly wrapping around his neck, her tongue cautiously meeting his. She sighed into his mouth, then smiled up at him. Taking his hand into her own, she tugged him toward the bed and sat on the edge.
She raised her gaze to his and brought her fingers to his belt, unbuckling it before she opened his fly, Johnnie’s cock jumped. He should stop her, but he wasn’t that fucking noble, and groaned when she wrapped her lips around his dick, slurping half into her wet, hot mouth.
Johnnie gripped her gorgeous red hair, impatient with the braid, deciding to deal with it after she sucked him off. He pumped in and out of her mouth, stroking her cheek and holding her head in place when cum gushed down her throat.
Scooting back on the bed, she slid out of the pajama bottoms, then pulled off the t-shirt, while Johnnie undressed, too. He climbed onto the bed and rolled onto her, kneeing her thighs open, his dick still hard, and sank into her in one stroke. Gripping her hips, he drove into her, barely remembering she hadn’t had an orgasm yet. He jerked out of her and she squeaked. After the heat of her body, the cold air hitting his wet cock sent goose bumps over his skin. He trailed his tongue between the valley of her breasts, down the center of her body to her navel, and, further, to his goal—her clit. He licked her with no finesse, no intent to lose himself in her scent and taste. No, he wanted her to come and she did, yanking his hair, her juices sliding over his tongue and driving him fucking crazy.
Traveling up her body again, he pushed his dick into her, sliding his tongue into her mouth at the same time. God, she tasted sweet.
Their moans and groans combining, Johnnie shuddered inside of her, his ears ringing and his head spinning.
He collapsed next to her, breathing hard, thinking of everything he wanted to say to her. Drawing her into his arms, he kissed the top of her head.
“We have to leave about nine tomorrow morning to get to the doctor’s office by ten. Rush hour traffic and all. I’m also a new patient, so I have to fill out the forms.”
Johnnie popped
his eyes opened. Tomorrow, he’d intended to follow up on a lead regarding Spoon. He hadn’t expected Kendall to have her first doctor’s appointment since they hadn’t discussed it. They hadn’t discussed anything substantial.
“Let me guess,” she began in a brittle tone, “you can’t come.”
“I didn’t expect you to have the fucking appointment, Kendall.” He drew in a deep breath to calm his temper. “I didn’t come in here to fight.”
“You came to fuck. I understand.”
“I came to talk,” he corrected.
She went silent and then, “About?”
“Us. Baby Biker. What else?”
Lifting herself on an elbow, she turned her big, brown eyes on him and Johnnie couldn’t hold back a tender smile. He loosened her destroyed braid the rest of the way, allowing her hair to spill free and the sweet scent of her shampoo curled around him.
“Have you thought about my request?”
He wrapped a portion of her hair around his hand and frowned, attempting to remember what she’d asked him to consider. “Which was?”
“Leaving the club.”
All his pleasure and goodwill drained away and Johnnie dropped her hair. “I’m not leaving my club, Kendall,” he gritted.
“Then I don’t want you sleeping in here with me,” she said after a tense moment.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
She sat up and pulled the covers with her to cover her beautiful body from his gaze. “I didn’t stutter, did I?”
“No, you didn’t stutter. Hear me clearly because I’m not stuttering either. I’m not leaving my club for you or anyone. That’s non-negotiable. Ask anything else of me and I’ll try to do it.”
She opened her mouth and Johnnie pressed a finger to her lips.
“I promised to find an apartment for you, but I haven’t looked yet. Tell me now—do you want to move away from the club?”
“Yes,” she answered without hesitation, sinking his heart. “But only if you move with me.”
“Okay,” he responded, relief replacing the disappointment. As long as he gave Kendall the fucking choice, she’d shut him out, pulling one excuse after the other out of her ass. The knee-jerk decision not to sleep in his room a few days ago had been borne of frustration and fatigue. Now, he was rested. Today, they hadn’t worried about revenge. Not that the motherfuckers didn’t have it coming to them, but they’d needed the break. He stood from the bed, the scent of sex, of her, hardening him again. “I’m taking a shower, then we’re getting some sleep.” Hopefully, after he got more pussy.
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