“Would you mind shutting the fuck up about other pussies you’ve been in while you’re in mine, you huge ass?” she bit out, annoyed at him for bringing up his man-whore ways. Her muscles slowly relaxed and eased the discomfort of his invasion.
He shoved his hands under her ass and lifted her. She throbbed around him and he grunted.
“Do you feel me, Zoann?”
Of course she did. Why would he ask her that? “I can’t help but feel you,” she sniffed in irritation, glaring at him. “Your dick isn’t exactly small.”
He paused and repositioned his hands, leaning down on one elbow. “You don’t like dirty talk?”
She didn’t know what she liked. She only knew what she didn’t like.
“Fuck. I can’t get your cunt off unless I make love to you, huh?”
As if there was a difference between fucking and making love. She sniffed. “Whatever. This was to get you off, not me.”
Instead of answering, he bent and nuzzled her neck, licking the skin there at the same time he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He ran kisses along the column of her throat. “You feel fucking amazing, Zoann,” he breathed against her ear. “Everything I fucking dreamed of and more.”
He stopped moving inside of her to lean back and bite her nipple before suckling it. Sensation raced through her, tightening her core. He did it again and she cried out, melting beneath his touch and clutching his tight ass. He sank deeper into her at the rush of wetness in her center. Buried inside of her, he swiveled his hips, suckled her other nipple. He repeated his actions and Zoann began to catapult to completion. He rocked into her again.
“You’re going to come for me, Zoann,” he ordered, his voice rough and raspy. “All over my dick.” Through with her breasts, he planted his hands and each side of her head and slammed into her. He ran his tongue along her cheek, dipped into her mouth, filling her with the taste of sex.
The tender walls of her sex clenched around his thick erection, moving in and out of her with such power. At any moment, he could turn against her and hurt her so bad. She squirmed at the memories trying to break through and tilted her hips, her muscles clamping around him.
“Zoann, sweetheart, I’m not going to last too much longer. You’ve got to come.”
She’d always suspected her frigid nature. After so many years, she should’ve moved on with a boyfriend. But the only man who’d ever held her interest now pounded inside of her.
She rubbed her cheek against his stubble-roughened jaw, reveling in the sheer strength and maleness of him.
He yelled her name and began to tremble as a rush of warmth filled her.
“Fuck,” he snarled, jerking out of her and aiming his cock head on her pubic hair to finish. He turned over, his chest rising and falling in hard pants. When his breathing slowed, he turned and gathered her in his arms, his fingers finding her center. “I want you to come.”
“I-I can’t.”
“Open your legs.”
“Matthew—“
“Trust me. Didn’t I tell you I’d eat up that pussy?”
She nodded, her traitorous body responding to the sound of his voice, the feel of his hands on her, the scent of him a little hypnotizing.
“You need me to eat it again?”
God, no. “No.”
He slid a finger into her heat, thumbing her clit. She sucked in a breath and clutched his shoulders.
“So fucking soft and delicate.” He added another finger and licked her nipple, his fingers working in and out of her and moving in unison with his thumb on her clit.
Desire stripped away her resistance and she cried out, grinding against his hand and coming apart.
“On your knees.” He gave her the order, but didn’t wait for her to comply. Instead, he rose to his knees, flipped her over and lifted her, opening her wide to him and sliding into her when she had not yet recovered from the orgasm he’d given her.
“Come for me.”
He thrust into her, his tight balls tapping against her clit with every move he made and she screamed his name, the force of her orgasm shaking her entire body and making her ears ring. He gripped handfuls of her hair and pulled her head back, licking her lips. The moment she opened her mouth, he stuck his tongue out and touched the tip of hers, urging her to follow suit. Once he stopped, he released her hair and leaned over her, his thrusts into her wild now.
“Best. Pussy. Ever.”
One, last time he slammed into her and jerked inside of her. He pulled his dick out of her and flattened his hand against her back.
His nose slid along her slit. A second later, his mouth covered her entrance and sucked.
She nearly knocked herself out hauling herself away from him and careening into the headboard.
“Ow!” she whined, holding her head and turning to glare at him as he wiped his forearm across his mouth. “You fucking pig.”
He shrugged. “I want to get my cum out of you.”
“Once it’s in, it can’t come out, asshole.”
“That shit leaks out all the time. A few hard sucks have to slurp it out.”
“If it leaked out or could be sucked out, the earth wouldn’t be populated. I’ve never heard of cunnilingus as a form of birth control.”
He barked a laugh and smirked at her. “You liked it.”
It didn’t matter if she liked it or not. It was disgusting. With their sweat and combined juices inside of her, it moved to repulsive territory.
He laid his head on her thigh. “You liked me eating you and you liked my dick pounding your pussy. What a little slut you are.”
Her blood ran cold at his words and any pleasure she’d been feeling burned away. “Get out,” she snarled, slapping his head, nausea twisting in her.
He didn’t move, so she hit him again, harder this time.
“Fuck.” He jumped to his feet, his dick rise horrifying her.
She threw her pillow at him. “Get out.”
“I’m going,” he huffed, snatching his clothes and stomping away, not bothering to stop and dress himself.
For now, Zoann ignored his state of undress. She doubted he’d reached the front door before she rushed to the bathroom and threw up the greasy fries she’d eaten, as Cee Cee’s punishment after her orgasm came rushing back to her.
Chapter Six
Val glanced at the curled up figure on the window seat in Outlaw’s hospital room. Meggie, blonde hair covering her gorgeous face and peeking out from the thin blanket. He wondered how long she’d been in here.
After leaving Zoann last night, Val hadn’t returned to the hospital, going back to the club instead. He’d been out of sorts, his feelings all over the place.
He’d finally gotten inside the one woman he’d dreamed of fucking for years, but, who, for various reasons, had always been off limits to him. In the nearly nine years since their lemonade encounter, she’d turned into a complete and utter cunt. Mean as a motherfucker, giving Outlaw more problems than necessary.
In the year since Big Joe’s death and Outlaw’s decision to stay away from his mother and sisters, the only upside was Val wouldn’t have to run into Zoann. He’d have no excuse to see her. Johnnie lived in Long Beach, looking after Patricia and, by extension, Zoann and her sisters. The five of them were scattered all over the state with the youngest in school in Seattle. The others resided somewhere between Hortensia and Long Beach with Zoann actually living in Hortensia. Whenever she had a day off, she went to her mother’s. Johnnie unwittingly kept Val informed about Zoann’s antics, always mentioning her craziness in passing.
From time-to-time, Val wondered why the fuck she stayed in town to her closest relative and the one she despised the most. Now, he knew. She stayed because of that relative. Whatever had happened between Zoann and Outlaw had turned her into the woman she’d become. His prez could be an unfeeling, cold-blooded, ruthless motherfucker, but, for Zoann and his mother more than anyone, he’d give up his life. Therefore, Val placed the
blame for the impasse between Outlaw and Zoann squarely on her shoulders.
Wrong of him, perhaps, but he’d long ago lost patience with a woman’s deviousness. He liked his life cut-and-dry without games and bullshit, and Zoann came with a lot of both.
And, yet…yet…he wanted to fuck her for the next twenty years. Her pussy had been so sweet and so tight. And the hair…Jesus H. Christ…his dick hardened just thinking about the hair.
Outlaw groaned, his lashes fluttering, and Meggie bolted upright, swaying to her feet and stumbling forward. Yawning, she rubbed her eyes, scraping her fingers through her golden hair. She looked like a little girl, standing at the side of Outlaw’s bed, blinking to clear her sleep away, one cheek reddened from where she’d been laying.
“Meggie?”
She started and lifted her stunning blue gaze to him. “Hi, Val,” she croaked and cleared her throat.
Fuck, but she was sexy. She had a hairy pussy, too, and Val hoped when Outlaw got tired of her, he could fuck her. Unfamiliar and very surprising guilt slammed into him. Everything sweet and innocent, too much so for the likes of any of them, she didn’t deserve those thoughts from him.
“Christopher?” she whispered, skimming her fingers along his hair-roughened jaw. “Come back to me. Please.”
Outlaw didn’t respond and Meggie’s chin wobbled.
She sniffled and swiped away an angry tear. “He needs a shave.”
Watching her curiously, Val nodded. The vulnerable look in her eyes made him think of Zoann and his heart twisted. Outlaw’s shooting had wrecked both of them. Zoann hid her love for her brother behind a wall of bitterness, but her feelings were deep, beginning with a child’s wonder and pureness unable to withstand the complications of adulthood. On the other hand, Meggie was barely fucking legal, an outsider to their life, her innocence no match for Outlaw’s lure. Grown fucking women made complete fools out of themselves behind him. An innocent girl didn’t stand a chance.
Suddenly, he wondered if Meggie would leave. Or if Outlaw would keep her, see in her what Val had just noticed. Then, again, she needed to understand certain things.
“What about the shooting?” he asked, interrupting her finger glide through Outlaw’s hair.
“What about it?”
“I came back from my run to find Outlaw’s been wounded and the club’s been shot up.”
Her hand fell away. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
He stiffened and narrowed his eyes. This was Big Joe’s girl. She could be as much of a bitch as her father was a motherfucker. Before Val wrote her in as acceptable for Outlaw, he needed to be sure he wouldn’t have to fucking slit her throat. His blood chilled at the thought. He’d never killed a girl in his life, but to protect Outlaw, he’d kill Meggie in a heartbeat. If she had the heart of her father and fuckhead brother, Snake, then Val had the perversions to make her suffer before she died.
“You can’t go to the fucking cops,” he growled, circling the bed and advancing toward her.
Her eyes widened at his approach and panic touched her features. She ducked around him before he caught her.
“I hadn’t even thought about the cops,” she snapped, safely on the other side.
“Really? Because girls from the outside usually would run screaming their fucking heads off straight to the fucking badges, so why not you?”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” she reiterated.
Well, he wanted to talk about it. What the fuck had gotten into him, softening toward a fucking unknown bitch? Getting into Zoann’s pussy turned him into a mushy bitch. Outlaw had a fucking soft spot for bitches, but Val had learned the hard way how brutal women were. Not only Zoann affected his brain, but Meggie’s beauty.
“You go to the cops, Outlaw gets arrested,” he said flatly.
Folding her arms, she glowered at him.
“You want that?” he pressed.
Before she responded, the door opened and Rack and Mortician walked in. Mortician glanced between him and Meggie, and scowled, sending him a warning glare. Rack sauntered next to Val and glanced at Outlaw.
“What’s—“
“You!” Meggie screeched, interrupting Rack and flying to him. She shoved him against Val, shocking the shit out of all three of them. “It’s your fault he isn’t waking up. You’re responsible for this.”
It took Val a moment to process Meggie’s open accusation of Rack’s involvement in Outlaw’s shooting. Rack pushed her back and raised his hand to strike her, and everything else flew out of Val’s brain.
He jerked Rack’s arm behind his back while Mortician said, “You do and I’ll cut your fucking arm off and watch you bleed to death.” He turned to Meggie. “Come with me,” he ordered.
She swallowed and pointed to Rack, her look dirty and vicious enough to make the motherfucker’s head explode. “It was him. I told him to take Christopher to the hospital and he didn’t want to. He even accused me of forgetting about my daddy because I was so worried about Prez.”
“Meggie—” Val began in warning, needing her to shut the fuck up. Rack wasn’t a man to make an enemy of.
“You’re a traitor, Rack,” she went on.
Mortician looped an arm around her waist and lifted her off her feet. “Fuck.”
“Ain’t like that, Meggie,” Rack swore fiercely. Val almost believed him, though he agreed with Meggie. “I swear. I’d never do anything to betray my club.”
“Just leave,” she snarled, struggling against Mortician’s hold and growling in frustration when he refused to release her.
“I almost got my ass shot off!” Rack fumed. “You think I’d set myself up?”
“Big, mean, stupid, rhinoceros morons like you do anything. You probably shot yourself.”
Motherfucker. Meggie was quite a little piece, a fierce lioness protecting her own.
“You’re still breathing, aren’t you?” she continued. “Those other men…they’re all dead,” she sobbed. “I saw their brains all over that wall. I slipped in a man’s spattered head.” She covered her eyes. “Oh my God.”
Jesus. That’s why she hadn’t wanted to talk about anything. She didn’t have intentions of snitching. The horror was just too much. She twisted in Mortician’s arms and sobbed against his chest. Although Mort no longer touched her, he allowed her to cry and tremble against him. Val would’ve found the way Mort was holding his hands at his sides strange. But Outlaw barely wanted them looking at Meggie. Not touching her was an unspoken rule, firmly in place, and punishable by a bloody death.
“You stupid little cunt. Outlaw’s fucking alive. If I was in on it, he would’ve been fucking dead, wouldn’t he? Since you fucking insinuating I have some type of beef with him.”
“If I was you, I’d shut the fuck up, Rack,” Mortician warned.
“And if I was you, I’d get that little slut out of my fucking face.”
Mortician guided Meggie back to the chair and rubbed her back. “I’m saying this shit fucking once, brother. Meggie for Outlaw. More than that, she Big Joe little girl. If I don’t protect her for one, I’m protecting her for the other. You fucking touch one hair on her and I’m fucking dismembering you with your heart still fucking pumping. Feel me, motherfucker?”
Meggie raised her tear-filled eyes to Mortician, her gratitude hard to miss.
Mort’s scowl made Meggie bow her head.
“I need her gone soon, Val,” Mortician whispered, after moving closer to Val. “Before she get me and my dick in trouble.”
“I know, brother.”
“This is the first bitch Outlaw didn’t share with us. It’s fucking killing me.”
The door opened again and, this time, Johnnie strolled in. “You know, motherfuckers, this is why we have to send extra fucking donations to the board of directors. ICU. Two fucking visitors. Any of you fuckheads familiar with that rule?” he asked conversationally, pausing at the foot of Outlaw’s bed but picking up on the tension and glancing from one of them to the other.
Finally, his gaze landed on Meggie’s bent head and he lifted a brow.
Mortician nodded towards Outlaw to answer Johnnie’s unspoken question. Meggie raised her head to narrow her eyes at Rack.
Johnnie sucked in a breath. Not that Meggie noticed. This little bitch had a temper. Fuck, but she’d probably be hot as fuck in bed.
“Stay away from Christopher,” Meggie ordered, her eyes blazing as the door opened again and Zoann stepped in, freezing when she saw all of them.
She started to back away until Meggie spoke again.
“I want you to leave. I don’t know why…I can’t figure it out why you shot him the way you did—”
“I didn’t fucking shoot him, cunt…” Rack’s voice trailed off and he snapped his mouth shut at Johnnie’s narrowed gaze.
Mortician would definitely uphold his promise to protect Meggie, but Johnnie? He’d torture the fuck out of Rack first. Even if Outlaw didn’t make it, if Meggie had Johnnie on her side, then she had God and Satan all wrapped up in one.
“You didn’t,” Meggie agreed, clueless at how mesmerized she had Johnnie. “A man named Snake did.”
Rack smiled nastily. “Snake?”
“Rack—”
“Meggie, baby, let me take you to the cafeteria,” Zoann interrupted her, dull horror in her eyes. Not waiting for Meggie to respond and not looking at any of them, she took Meggie’s hand and tugged her toward the door, leaving the four of them in silence.
“Who the fuck was that?” Johnnie managed after a moment.
Mortician rubbed a hand over his eyes. “Big Joe’s girl.”
“Outlaw’s latest piece of ass,” Rack said with a smirk. “The way you two share bitches, you can probably get your dick in her, too.” He cocked his head to the side. “Then, again, we all share pussy, huh? Ellen. Kiera. May. Gurly. April. K-P’s Bob sluts. We’ll get that fucking bitch, too.”
Val stopped himself at the last minute from punching the fuck out of Rack. What the fuck was wrong with him? Dickhead was right, after all. But, none of those bitches, with the exception of Kiera—maybe—would ever risk her fucking life the way Meggie had with Rack. Part of it was ignorance of just how dangerous Rack was.
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