Breathing hard and licking his lips, he released her hands. They immediately settled on his ass. She lifted her head and sucked his cock, licking her pussy juices and his cum, sucking his hot balls, before swallowing his dick down her throat again.
The moment he untied the blindfold, he caught her gaze and watched her deep throat him, a fucking submissive from her heart. At times, she tried to gain the upper hand. Like now. She didn’t want him fucking Ellen and hated that Prez had both of them in his bed.
She took a long draw on his dick and Mortician growled. With effort, he pulled out of her mouth. He unlocked her ankle cuffs and laid beside her, drawing her into his arms.
“Will he be okay?” she whispered after a long moment.
Mortician sighed, not wanting to talk about Prez. Five days had gone by and he hadn’t fucking opened his eyes. Maybe, he’d remain this way forever.
“I love him.”
“I know.” He knew Ellen, in her own fucked up, bitchy way, loved Outlaw, too. They’d been around a long time. Ellen a little longer than Kiera, but, still, they were fixtures there.
“What if he doesn’t wake up?”
Tightening his hold on her, he kissed her temple. He cared about Kiera. If he did old ladies, maybe, he would’ve taken her as his. They hadn’t fucked in weeks because Outlaw had taken them for himself. Then, Megan had arrived, and, suddenly, he’d started encouraging the girls to fuck everyone again. While it pissed Ellen off—and she’d given Mortician pussy the night before the shooting—it crushed Kiera. Despite that, she’d slept with Digger since Outlaw’s injury and was now in Mortician’s bed.
No matter how much pussy they threw around to the other brothers, the two of them would be trouble for any relationship Outlaw hoped to have with Megan. They would fuck each other up to have Outlaw to themselves. An eighteen-year-old innocent girl didn’t stand a chance.
Kiera squirmed against his shoulder. “You really gonna make me fuck Ellen?”
“You disobeyed me.” Why he played this fucking game with her, he didn’t know. They’d gotten drunker than monkeys one night and he’d mentioned Char’s particular tastes. Just like that, Mort’s and Kiera’s sexual relationship changed. If he was fucking honest, he enjoyed the fuck out of it but he wasn’t seeking out that bullshit. He didn’t have fucking time for safe words, punishments, or orders.
He and Kiera were pretenders and that was fucking fine with him. Still, he did follow through with his punishments. Her pussy was the best when she was being dominated.
“Is that girl staying?” she asked, not responding to his answer.
Mort leaned over and grabbed his cell phone to text Ellen. Last he’d seen of her, she was fucking John Boy and Digger. Finished texting his command to get the fuck to his room, he threw the phone aside. “Megan?”
She curled into him and nodded.
“I think so.”
“Can you fuck her and keep her distracted while I win Outlaw for myself if and when he wakes up?”
“He never offered her pussy to us.”
Her eyes widened and her lips trembled. She looked ready to cry. “That isn’t fair. Sharing is caring, right? Isn’t that the way it goes?”
For as long as he knew it had. “Game look like it’s changing,” he said quietly.
“I could tell him I’m having his baby.” She swiped at her tears. “He’d keep me then. She’d go away.”
“That shit not guaranteed. When he found out you’d played him, he’d never want anything to do with your fucking ass ever again.”
“No! My shot’s due. If I forget it, I could get pregnant for him.”
Shoving her away, Mortician sat up and glared at her. “Unless shit changed, Prez not fucking you without his dick covered.”
“Condoms break,” she said defensively.
He narrowed his eyes at her. “And bitches scheme. Sound like to me you’d have some random fuck make you pregnant and pretend Outlaw the daddy.”
She sniffled, still refusing to meet his gaze. “I love him.”
“Say that shit happen. You end up knocked up and you say Prez the baby daddy. You pitch pussy every fucking where. You think Outlaw would even believe that his kid in you?”
She burst into tears. Sitting up, she threw her arms around his neck and sobbed against his shoulder. Kiera was a tall, beautiful girl and Mortician had always liked the feel of her in his arms. “It’s all right, girl,” he swore, caressing her back.
She rubbed against his hard dick before wrapping her legs around his waist and staring at him. “I love you, too.”
He guided his dick into her. It wasn’t the first time she’d said that to him. She groaned and rocked against him.
“No fucking way to love two motherfuckers at the same time.”
Gliding her fingers through his dreads and clutching his head, she kissed him. “I do love you,” she breathed against his lips.
Before he could answer, a knock sounded on his door. Ellen had arrived. He was glad, too. Kiera was in a fucking state and he didn’t want to deal with it. “Up,” he ordered.
“Please,” she whispered against his ear, grinding her pussy against him. “Please send her away.” She leaned against him and sobbed. “Just for tonight.”
Lifting her into his arms and keeping his dick inside of her, he walked to the door and opened it. A naked Ellen stood there, cigarette hanging from her mouth. She scampered past him and Kiera tensed in his arms.
Supposedly, these two were best friends. Once Outlaw decided he’d have both of them, the claws came out. He pulled out of Kiera and sat her on the bed.”
“Oh, baby,” Ellen said in a soft voice, “look at that big, pretty dick.”
She dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth. He pumped his cock, his balls slapping against her chin, the warm pad of her tongue sliding against the nerve endings in his dick and made him shake. Burying his hands in Ellen’s hair, he slammed down her throat, grunting when she rewarded him with a hard suck. He fucked her mouth, his toes curling every time his dickhead slid past her throat. Her pink lips wrapped around his thick dick, answering his brutal face fuck with ruthless dick sucks.
He tensed, ready to blow and moved her mouth away. She whimpered when his cum squirted her nose, cheeks, and lips. Walking to his desk, he got Ellen’s cigarette and dragged on it, glancing over his shoulder when he heard her coarse laugh.
“What the fuck’s your problem, Ki?” she asked, giggling.
Tamping out the cigarette, he turned and winced. Kiera sat on the bed, her shoulders drooping in defeat.
“Aww, babe. Don’t be like that,” Ellen said on a sigh, wiping Mort’s cum from her cheek and nose and licking her lips. She sat on the bed next to her and hugged her. “Outlaw don’t need bad vibes. He’s gonna be fine and we’ll be back in his bed before you know it.”
“Kiera?” Mortician began, scratching his jaw. He wanted to make her come to take that sad look from her. For her to come really hard, though, he had to take control of this situation. Ellen was trying to comfort her. As long as Outlaw was down, Kiera and Ellen were on equal footing, so her words were from the heart. Yet, she was one brutal bitch. Kiera knew it but, right now, she was in no shape to handle Ellen’s cold-bloodedness. “Lie on your back and spread your legs. Ellen, get to your pussy eating, ass in the air.”
Throwing him a grateful smile, Kiera scooted up and got into position.
“Fuck,” Ellen breathed, licking Kiera. “Your pussy’s so swollen and wet. It’s just been fucked, huh, baby?”
“Yes,” she gasped, tweaking her nipples.
Ellen was as good of a pussy eater as she was a dick sucker. While Kiera just tolerated licking cunt, Ellen liked the variation. Opening her legs wider, Kiera pushed Ellen’s head against her pussy, arching her back and rolling her hips, her moans pushing Mort to his limit.
He positioned himself behind Ellen and shoved his fingers in her dripping pussy. He rubbed it on his dick, massaged her stretched assh
ole before driving into her.
“Oh fuck,” she groaned, pushing against him and raising her ass higher so Mort could go deeper. She sucked in a sob. “Big dicked bastard. Fuck me hard and fast, until you make the pain become pleasure.”
“Then you tongue Kiera’s pussy until she comes and don’t stop making her come until I tell you to.”
“Anything, Mortician.”
Grabbing Ellen’s hips, Mortician sank into her, thinking of all the ways he’d have Kiera make this up to him. Still, fucking Outlaw’s two favorite whores didn’t alleviate Mort’s fear for his Prez’s life.
Interlude
Thirty-five Hours
“Bailey!” Mortician called, stepping over Char’s body as it wedged against the frame to prevent the door from shutting entirely. At least, she was finally helpful for something.
Bailey gave no indication she heard him, so he hurried to her and scooped her into his arms, running back into the vestibule with her clutched to him. Closed-circuit television was catching this entire scene, so Sharper’s minions were somewhere within the building regrouping.
“Fuck, Mort, this way,” Ghost yelled, dropping down from somewhere above the other motherfuckers, dressed in black and holding an AK47.
Not wasting time or stopping to question Ghost’s direction, Mortician clutched Bailey tighter, breezing past Ghost as he released a spray of bullets while Johnnie held the door open for Mortician to run out. As he ran past, John Boy threw his jacket over Bailey.
Ignoring the dead bodies, the broken glass, the smeared blood, Mortician stepped into the sunny afternoon, his heart twisting at Bailey’s trembles.
A black Escalade barreled toward them and swerved to a stop.
“Go, go, go,” Johnnie ordered, rushing toward it and yanking open the door.
Barely registering Val behind the wheel, Mortician set Bailey on the seat and climbed in. By the time he pulled her onto his lap, the doors were slamming and the vehicle was already moving.
A Dodge Charger slid in front of the Escalade, blocking the pathway out of the parking lot.
“Hold on,” Val ordered grimly.
Somewhere, Bailey must’ve processed the fact that she was safe. At Val’s words, she clutched Mortician’s cut and buried her face against his chest. The impact reverberated through the SUV and shook the fuck out of them, but Val didn’t halt.
Blocking everything out but Bailey, Mortician cradled the back of her head and held her tighter to him. He’d come so close to losing her. He couldn’t even focus on the fury inside of him. All he wanted was her back at the club and safe. Afterwards, he’d get each name of every motherfucker who’d terrorized her and bruised her and hurt her.
The Escalade rocked to a stop and Mortician glanced up, grimacing when he realized they were switching vehicles. Of course this one needed to be switched. If the police were called—a big if given the thugs Sharper kept on his payroll—they’d search for a fucked up luxury SUV. So would his father’s men, the more likely to be hunting them down.
Hauling ass behind Val and Johnnie, Mortician had no choice but to hand Bailey to John Boy while he climbed into the back of a white utility van with New Mexico license plates. He didn’t waste time in reclaiming her, gritting his teeth as both Johnnie and Val joined them. Apparently, Ghost would drive.
They started off again. Mortician stroked his fingers through Bailey’s hair, her belly pressing into his. The baby—his daughter—moved and he closed his eyes, brushing his lips against her forehead, stained with dried blood.
She burrowed closer to him and curled up. She hadn’t said one thing, but she knew who had her. Despite everything, she trusted him, didn’t doubt he’d get her to safety.
He almost hadn’t. If Val, Johnnie and Ghost hadn’t come, he would’ve gotten Bailey and their baby killed.
“What the fuck the three of you doing here?” That burning question just popped into his head. He’d left them in Hortensia.
“Outlaw sent us after you,” Val explained, rubbing the back of his neck. “He figured Sharper was setting a trap for you.”
Johnnie gave a bleak sigh. “It didn’t occur to me until I was already on the fucking plane that Kendall was in danger, too. Those four fuck heads never rejoined Digger, so Sharper would be on high alert.”
Mortician was grateful they’d come to help him with his girl. Red was a major bitch, but he didn’t want anything to happen to her. “Fuck, John Boy, is she okay?”
“From Sharper.” Humor lit Val’s eyes. “Not so much Outlaw, who is in Hawaii getting her on Johnnie’s behalf.”
“Uh, John Boy, you might wanna get your ass to Hawaii, stat,” Mortician advised, sure he’d misheard. After what happened to Meggie, no way Prez would’ve been dragged away from her, especially for Red. “I can’t see Outlaw going—“
“He sent me here,” Johnnie pointed out tightly. “If I would’ve thought about Kendall before I left, I would’ve gone myself to get her. But it’s no less than what any of us would do for the other. He’s protecting her on my behalf.”
Rolling his eyes, Mortician exchanged a look with Val. If John Boy really believed Outlaw wouldn’t use this opportunity to verbally cut Red to pieces, then it was official. The motherfucker was not only bloodthirsty but fucking stupid, too.
Wedged between Lucas and Val, Bailey leaned back in her seat as the plane began its pushback from the gate, cleared for takeoff. The past five hours were a blur. No, the past thirty-five hours. It all seemed like a nightmare, out of an action movie or a suspense novel.
This couldn’t be her life, where she was kidnapped, beaten, drugged and threatened. They’d intended to kill her after subjecting her to all types of horrific treatment.
She’d already escaped a deranged boyfriend. Only to find herself in this situation.
Although she wanted to remember what happened between the time she’d been taken and when she’d awakened this morning, maybe, it was best that she didn’t. Maybe, she’d slept all those many hours. The doctor she’d been taken to said she hadn’t been raped. She had been beaten, though, as evidenced by all the bruising all over her body, the swelling on the side of her face, the pain on her thighs, legs, ankles, head and cheek.
Did she really need to remember? The important thing was she’d been saved. Lucas had rescued her. It no longer mattered who Mrs. Williams was…she was dead, wasn’t she? Or had Bailey imagined seeing her body drop to the ground?
Digger had come to the room and beckoned her out, telling her this was the only chance he’d been able to find. He’d told her which way to go. She was too disoriented to know on her own, and he seemed to know that.
So she’d taken the chance and run, praying she didn’t run into Mrs. Williams, crueler than any man Bailey had ever met, even Ulner Hayfield, the ex-boyfriend who’d stalked her after she’d left him. He’d put his hands on her only once and that was all it had taken for Bailey to walk away.
She’d put up with a lot, but one of her hard and fast rules was a man keeping his hands to himself. Although they’d had oral sex, she hadn’t allowed any penetration and he’d gotten tired of her holding out. The rest was history.
Squeezing her eyes shut, Bailey adjusted herself in Lucas’s lap, determined to push aside memories of her ex. She hated thinking about him, afraid he’d one day find her and strangle her, just as he’d promised. Then, she’d always tell herself, if she dwelled on his threats, she’d be afraid to live her life.
She had to ignore the fact that she’d never been able to get a restraining order against him. His threats had been face-to-face and, twice, over the phone. She had no proof.
Her baby kicked and Bailey wrapped her arms protectively around her stomach.
Once Lucas got her and saved her, he held her all the way to the brick building, where Val, her husband, and herself had been dropped off, while Cash McCall and Johnnie left. Bailey overheard Val and Lucas talking about a flight to Hawaii that Cash and Johnnie would get.
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he hadn’t had time to think too long. A rotund man with thinning hair and a friendly face had come upon them. He was a doctor and they’d been at a medical complex. The doctor had seen to her cuts and bruises and given her an ultrasound. Lucas hadn’t left her side, but Val had been busy.
It took two hours to get the okay and, in that time, Val had gotten new transportation, food, and clothes for Bailey. He’d also gotten an exorbitant amount of cash, which had been handed over to the physician. From there, they’d gone to LAX and gotten the flight they were now on.
“It was time I’d gotten a new one,” Lucas said grimly, catching Bailey’s attention.
“We couldn’t get transportation big enough to rescue your bike,” Val responded.
“Fuck the bike. It’s just a thing. We got Bailey and that’s all I need right there.”
Bailey’s heart did a funny little flip at Lucas’s words, and she couldn’t identify the strange note in his voice. His lips brushed the top of her head and she stayed perfectly still, wanting to hear more of Lucas’s inner thoughts that he seemed so reluctant to share with her.
“Eight days left to the bet, Mortician,” Val pointed out.
Bailey balled her fists under the jacket she still wore, feeling the scowl behind her eyes.
“Fuck you and the fucking bet. Dumb ass, bringing that shit up now.”
“Why not now?” Val snorted and shifted beside her. “You think we don’t know you’ve been playing both ends to the middle?”
“I’m not playing Bailey. She fucking know all about the bet, fuckhead.”
“You are playing her. Helplessness don’t feel too fucking good. Maybe, you understand how I fucking felt when Zoann was shot.”
“Again, fuck you. I wouldn’t have fucked over Meggie the way your dumb ass did.”
Fucked over Meggie?
Biting the inside of her cheek, Bailey couldn’t stop the flutter of her lids, although they didn’t seem to notice, evidenced by Val’s grunt.
“You love Bailey?”
“What kind of question is that?”
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