by Sam Crescent
“You’re so fucking wet it makes it easier for me to get inside you.”
She cried out as he slammed the last couple of inches inside her, groaning as he did.
“You’re so tight.” He kissed her lips, running his tongue over them to get her to open up. Lacey gave in, opening her lips for him to take advantage. He plundered her mouth with his tongue, and she met him, touching his tongue with her own.
Whizz stayed still inside her. She wanted him to move, to take away the ache that he’d started to work up inside her.
Slowly, he eased out of her. Whizz always took his time, prolonging everything, making her feel what he wanted to do to her. She felt every inch of him as he withdrew from her pussy. Lacey couldn’t contain the whimper that escaped when only the tip of him remained inside.
“Don’t worry, baby.” He rammed inside her to the hilt, giving her everything.
She screamed out as he went deep, hitting her cervix. “Whizz.” She spoke his name on a groan as he sucked on the flesh of her neck. The way he sucked, she knew come the morning she’d have a large hickey. A mark of his possession throughout the night.
“Beg me to fuck you.”
“Please, Whizz, fuck me. I need to feel you inside me.”
He didn’t let up, ramming to the hilt inside her. Each thrust of his hips jarred the bed, banging the headboard against the wall. She forgot about everything else and all her worries and met the thrust of Whizz’s hips, crying out as he sucked each nipple into his mouth. Whizz changed as he fucked her hard. There was no getting away from his possession, not that she wanted to.
She felt the building heat of her orgasm start once again. She didn’t know how it was possible to be close to a third orgasm.
Whizz kept her locked in place with his body, making sure she couldn’t move or do anything but take his pleasure.
“Come for me, Lacey,” he said, whispering the words against her ears. She did what he wanted, coming over his thick cock.
She was attuned to his demands. Three strokes of Whizz’s cock and the cum spilled from his cock, washing her womb with his semen.
For a split second Lacey was tempted to tell him that she loved him. She stopped herself at the last minute as he collapsed over her. Neither of them was ready for that kind of commitment. She refused to spoil the moment by the truth in her heart.
****
“Alex.”
Standing in his office, Alex closed his eyes as he heard Sunshine calling him. It was Sunday morning, and she’d be joining her mother and father for the day. She did it all the time. He knew she did as he liked to keep an eye on her when he wasn’t around. Alex may no longer be in Vegas, but he still had contacts that got him what he wanted.
Turning around, he saw she was standing in the doorway wearing a dark blue conservative dress. Her black hair curled around her face, cascading down to rest below her large tits. She looked so fucking beautiful. Alex didn’t want to let her go. She was so much younger than he was. He didn’t want to plague her by his own need. His past wasn’t all filled with roses and love. No, he had a hard past just like everyone else. A past even Tiny didn’t know about.
“You’re ready to go?” he asked.
“My dad is coming to pick me up.” She stared down at him, clearly taking in his pajama bottoms. It was past nine, and he was still dressed for bed. Since leaving the clubhouse he’d not been interested in much else. Part of him wondered if he should just give in and go back to Vegas. Cheryl didn’t want him around, and Butch would be a good father to his son. He didn’t want to think about his son at that moment. Alex loved Michael and had felt that bone-deep need to keep him safe the instant he saw him. He couldn’t remember a time when he’d felt the need to protect another human being, apart from Sunshine. His need to protect her came from an entirely different need. Alex wanted to fuck Sunshine. He wanted to own every inch of her.
“Are you all right?” she asked, stepping into the room, breaking into his thoughts.
“Fine, everything is fine.”
He turned back to look out of the window.
“You can talk to me if it’ll help.”
“Why would talking about my feelings help?” he asked, glancing behind to see her look at the ground. “All it would do is highlight how shit everything was.”
She winced but didn’t turn away from him. “My mom always said a problem shared is a problem halved. When you talk about the problems in your life, it helps.” She shrugged her shoulder, smiling at him. “Life is too short to spend it scared.”
“I’m not scared,” he said.
“You’re troubled, though.”
Alex stared at her, wishing there was something he could do to keep her with him. He’d take her far away from here with his son and not look back. Tiny would find him, and that was what stopped him.
“My son hates my guts and prefers his stepfather to me. I think it’s time I went back to Vegas. Life here is not what I expected. I thought this was where I belonged. I was wrong. I’ve only fucked everything up.”
“I didn’t know you had a son.”
“Not many people do.” He put his empty cup down on the desk, turning to face her. “My problems are not halved.”
“No, you’ve still got the choice of running away. Your son hates you now, but what about next week?” She smiled at him. “Children are not a good indication for people, Alex, especially your own kids. Growing up I went from loving my parents to hating them when they wouldn’t let me do what I want. Don’t give up because of one bad day.”
The doorbell ringing interrupted their moment.
“That’s my dad.”
Alex followed her out as she went to answer the door. Her father, Hank, stood on the other side.
“Hey, Daddy.” She wrapped her arms around him.
“Go and wait in the car.”
“Will do.”
Facing Hank, Alex raised a brow.
“I heard you were staying back here.”
“It’s my house.” Alex stepped forward, grabbing the brown envelope he stashed in his pocket. “Here.”
“This isn’t right. She’s my daughter.”
He’d been paying Hank and his wife regularly to keep their bakery open. Hank had a little gambling problem. When Alex had seen Sunshine, he’d wanted her, and he’d struck up this bargain. He would pay Hank every month, and in return he’d encourage Sunshine to stay in Fort Wills, working as Alex’s housekeeper. When he first bought the place he discovered the bakery wasn’t doing well in business, and Hank’s gambling problem made it all worse. He offered Hank money to keep him afloat. Hank took the money and asked what he could do to repay him. Alex had seen a picture of Sunshine. He told Hank to make sure his daughter applied for a position as housekeeper and that she’d be part of the bargain. At the time he didn’t intend for anything more to happen. When he’d met Sunshine in the flesh, he knew he couldn’t let her go. Sunshine was his, and he made sure to keep her by dealing with Hank’s problems.
“How’s business?”
“It’s fine.”
“And your other problem?” Alex asked, staring the man in the face. He was a businessman, but what people forgot about Alex was that he’d survived in Vegas without any help from Tiny. He wasn’t a man to be messed with. Over the years Alex had fucked up his fair share of people.
“I’ve not put on a bet in some time, Alex. I don’t want Sunshine working here.”
“We have an agreement. You let Sunshine work for me and I pay you to stay the fuck out of our business. Do you want people to know about your debts? I’m paying them off for you, Hank.”
“You’re older than her, Alex. This is wrong.”
“Business is booming and you want to back out of our deal? Sunshine’s mine. You just never expected me to collect. Where was your conscience when you allowed her to be part of our bargain?”
“I made a mistake.”
“No, you made a business deal. You just thought you could outs
mart me, Hank. No one outsmarts me.”
“What could a Skull want with my daughter?” Hank asked.
“You don’t want to know the answer.” Alex closed the door, leaving himself in peace and quiet.
Yes, he’d paid a parent for access to their daughter. Sunshine didn’t have a clue that her parents had as good as sold her to the highest bidder to get out of debt, and to hide Hank’s debts. Alex didn’t know if her mother even knew about his debts. He didn’t care. He just hoped Sunshine never found out the truth.
Chapter Nine
Whizz watched Lacey sleep. He’d fucked her multiple times throughout the night not giving her a chance to rest or to catch up on her beauty sleep. She looked so peaceful in sleep. He eased a strand of her hair off her face so it didn’t block the view of her beautiful face.
“It can’t be morning yet,” she said, opening her eyes to smile at him.
“How long have you been awake?” he asked.
“Long enough to know that you’re watching me.” She smiled up at him. “It’s a little creepy you staring at me.”
“Get used to it. I’m not going to change.”
“You made sure that I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.” She changed the subject quickly.
“When it comes to your body, I can’t resist. You tempt me with your ways.”
In the background they heard some banging and shouting. She let out a groan, pulling the blanket over her head. “Why are they moaning?”
“Eva’s dad, Ned Walker, is due to come to Fort Wills today. He’s not the biggest fan of Tiny. Things could get a little crazy seeing as he’s bringing a couple of fighters with him.” Whizz rested his head on his hand, watching her.
“Do I even want to know how bad that’s going to be?”
“Tiny’s seen Ned several times and is still breathing. It’s probably down to the fact Tiny’s fucking his daughter.”
She shook her head at him. “You can be crude when you want to be.”
He stared at her wondering what she was thinking, and asked her.
Lacey let out a breath. “Nothing, not really.”
“I know you well enough to know you’re thinking about something.”
“I’m just thinking about children. Nothing important. It must be nice for, erm, Ned to visit his kids.” She smiled, but he saw the pain in her eyes. Lacey wouldn’t get that chance.
“So, I was thinking instead of us being here when Ned arrived, we could take a trip to the beach.”
“The beach? We’re miles away from a beach.”
“I’ve got my bike. We’ve got no responsibilities. You, me, the beach, perhaps a condo where it’s just us?” He tried to tempt her with his offer. “What do you say?” he asked. Whizz wanted to get away from the clubhouse, and he wanted Lacey with him by his side.
“Just get up and go.”
He nodded. “No one else is invited, just us.”
His heart raced with excitement at the prospect of having her all to himself.
She smiled. “I’d really like that.”
Whizz got to his feet, tugging the blanket off her. “Get dressed. We’ll go right now.” He didn’t give her a chance to protest as he led her into the bathroom. They got changed together even though it killed him to put his aching cock away in the tight pants he wore. He took the lead, grabbing her hand and leading her down toward the kitchen. Whizz wasn’t prepared to hear any protests. Ned Walker coming to the clubhouse with no threat in sight was not something Whizz wanted to witness. The older man had a bad reputation for hurting men that caused any pain to his daughter. Tiny hadn’t caused Eva any pain, but he was her husband and took the full blame in Ned’s eyes.
“Tiny, will you relax?” Eva asked, following her man across the clubhouse with Tabitha on her hip.
“Your father is a menace, Eva.”
“We owe him.”
“Exactly, he’s probably coming to take it out of my organs.”
Whizz chuckled. Tiny loved teasing his woman about her father.
They stopped in the kitchen to see several couples already up. Kelsey was in the room, looking pale and sickly.
“She’s got a stomach bug,” Killer said. “She’s not pregnant.” Killer looked disappointed.
“Where are you off to?” Tate asked.
“We’re going for a ride. Call me if you need me.” Whizz sneaked toast off Angel’s plate. She only smiled at him as he apologized.
“My wife’s food is not yours, Whizz,” Lash said, glaring at him.
Gripping Lacey’s hand, he headed out of the clubhouse with no one else stopping them.
“Why are you rushing?” she asked.
“I mention the beach and we’ll have people coming along for the ride. I’m not into making it a gathering with anyone else. I want you to myself.” He climbed onto his machine, giving Lacey a helmet. “Quick before someone sees.” She stuffed the toast into her mouth as he finished off the slice he had taken. He’d stop for breakfast when they were a safe distance away.
She climbed on the back of his machine, wrapping her arms around his waist. Whizz was out of the compound just as Zero and Prue were making their way out of the door. They stopped, looking confused as he left. His cell phone buzzed in his pocket, but he ignored it. When he was far enough away he’d call the clubhouse.
“This is completely insane,” Lacey said, shouting loud enough for him to hear.
“We’re going to spend the day away from everyone else. This is what living is all about.” He let out a whoop then concentrated on the road.
Whizz hadn’t felt this carefree in years. The last time he’d had fun going on a ride was way before Alan. He cut the thought off. If he never heard the name Alan again, he’d be fucking happy. That man was not going to define his future. The torture at his hands was all in the past, and Whizz was determined for it to stay there.
Lacey didn’t try to talk. Thirty minutes later, he pulled the bike to a stop outside of a diner.
“We’ll eat here.”
She handed him the helmet. Her blue hair looked a mess from being contained in the helmet. “I can’t believe we’re doing this. I feel like we’re sneaking away from our parents.”
“We are. I’m just going to call the club to let them know not to worry about us. I don’t want them out looking.”
“I’ll go on ahead and order.”
He watched her walk into the diner before dialing the club’s number. Tiny answered the call into the fourth ring.
“What?” Tiny barked the question out.
“It’s Whizz.”
“Why the fuck did you run out on us?”
Whizz chucked. “He’s your father-in-law, not mine.”
“We’re a club. We stick together.”
He stared through the window to see Lacey had taken a seat near the window. Her head was bowed over the menu she was reading.
“What have you decided about Butch?” Family meant more to him now than ever before. The Skulls were his rock whereas Lacey was his reason for breathing.
“I’m not discussing this on the phone.”
“You talk about sticking together, but you’re prepared to throw Butch under the bus.”
“He’s living.”
“I demand a vote on it.” Whizz would talk to every single member if he had to. Butch didn’t need to be thrown away like that. They were a family for a reason. If Butch didn’t want to be part of The Skulls, he wouldn’t have given away the Savage Brothers’ location. Butch had helped them to end the club that hurt the town. Lacey had even helped them to understand Butch’s part in it, which wasn’t much.
“Fine. I’ll tell the guys you want to vote.”
“Make it the end of the week. You’ve got a lot of shit to get through. I don’t want any part in it.” Before Tiny could say anything more, he hung up. There, he’d done it. Putting a call through to Cheryl, he waited for her to answer.
“Hello, Whizz” she said, whispering.
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��How’s he doing?”
“He’s going to live. Apart from that he’s not doing good. It doesn’t help that none of the club have come by to say hi. They’ve abandoned him. I know why they’re angry, but this is hard for him.”
Whizz cursed. “I’ve demanded a vote to keep him in. I can’t promise anything, but will you do me a favor?”
“Sure, I’ll do anything for Butch.”
“Talk to Alex. He’s the one you need to see to reason with Tiny.”
“Whizz?”
“You’ll do anything for Butch.”
“Yes.” He knew she was speaking through gritted teeth.
“Then talk with Alex. He’ll be the one to talk to Tiny. Butch will have to be voted back in or we’ll have to talk about it. Speak with Alex, reason with him, and I’ll be back in Fort Wills in a couple of days.”
“I will. Whizz, thank you. I know you didn’t have to do this, but I’m grateful all the same.”
“Don’t mention it.” He hung up the phone, heading into the diner.
Taking a seat opposite her he flagged down the waitress passing them. He ordered them both two strong coffees. “Have you ordered anything?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No, I’ve not seen anything I wanted yet.”
“I put a call through to Tiny. He believes we all handle this like a team and should be there together.”
“What do you think?”
“I think we’ll be around Tiny and Ned in a few days. He can handle the meet and greet.”
“I can’t believe we just got up and left. It seems wrong for some reason.”
They both stopped talking as their coffees were delivered.
“Let me know when you want to order,” the waitress said before walking away to deal with other customers.
He picked up his drink, taking a sip of the dark liquid. Whizz picked up another menu and started to look through.
“Is Eva’s father really that bad?”
“Tiny has to keep up relations. Imagine having the father who knows all the shit you’ve done, and then you’re screwing his daughter as well. Eva kept her identity of who she was related to under wraps for a long time.”