Giving It to the Monster (Saints and Sinners MC Book 4)

by Crescent,Sam

  Running a hand down his face, Saint released a sigh. “Nat was the woman I loved. Knew her since I was five years old. We were inseparable. As with all these tales we soon got together, and shit. I got involved in the club, she couldn’t handle it, and so she left.”

  Pipe nodded. “Why do I feel there is way more to it than that?”

  “Because you believe in fairytales, and I don’t. There’s nothing there, Pipe. I’ll let you know what Ethan says about the product.”

  “If it has rat poison as an ingredient, let me know.”

  “Know someone like that?”

  “Know of someone who puts rat poison in his product to send a message, and if so, it’s not directed at us.” Pipe winked at him, and left the office.

  Sitting back in his chair, Saint spun around to look out of the window. Natasha being back in his life was messing with his head, and it wasn’t in a good way. Fuck, he’d never gotten over her.

  Now he couldn’t help but wonder what life would have been like if he’d gone after her, if he’d left with her, rather than stayed.

  It was always good to look back, but nothing could change the decisions he’d made.

  Chapter Three

  “Do you think I can leave you alone for a few minutes?” Saint asked.

  “I’m not stupid, Saint. I know where we are. I used to live here as well.”

  “It has been a long time.”

  “Bite me, asshole.” Natasha climbed out of the car, and winced as her ribs were still feeling the beating she’d gotten from her lovely ex. A week and a half in Saint’s care, or at least locked in the house, and she was going stir-crazy. She had to get out before she started plotting his murder, which would be a lot easier to do.

  “Fine. Here is some money,” he said. “I’ll find you.”

  He handed her a wedge of money, and she placed it in her back pocket. “Where are you going?”

  “Going to see a cop about a bad man.” He winked at her and left.

  Damn, she froze in place, the past and present merging together.

  “Going to see an angry Pop about a girl.”

  Running fingers through her hair, she took a deep breath, and crossed the street far from the police station.

  Get a grip on yourself.

  A lot of time has passed.

  You’re not the same girl.

  He’s not the same boy.

  Passing several shops including the diner, she didn’t see anything thrilling. She did notice several shops devoted to the latest fashion and accessories. When she left Sinners’ Corner had been a bit backward, refusing to stop into the twenty first century. To her, it was like everyone in town was trying to prove the name of the town wrong. They weren’t a bunch of sinners. Then there was the MC that most people were afraid of, including her. Saint’s dad had been terrifying. The bastard had even offered her money to get rid of her. She hadn’t taken it. Every now and then she caught her reflection in the mirror where she saw the bruises still on her face. She didn’t cover them up. Part of her wanted to for the shame of what she felt. It was hard fighting that urge. Each morning she looked in the mirror determined to put foundation on, and then layer her face up so no one saw what she had become … a victim.

  She wrapped her arms around herself, the jacket she wore doing nothing to fight off the sudden chill.

  Looking across the street, she chuckled at the sign, Dirty Deeds. No way had Sinners’ Corner got a sex shop. Unable to resist she crossed the road and made her way inside. There was a sign reading “adults only”. She had to check it out.

  Entering the store, she smiled at the beautiful displays. Nothing was garish or out of place. It all looked fresh, beautiful, charming.

  “Hi, can I help you?” a woman said.

  She turned to see a full figured woman with long blonde hair, and intense blue eyes. “Elena,” Nat said.

  The woman tilted her head to the side, and stared. “I’m guessing you’re Natasha.”

  “I know it has been a long time, but I used to babysit you. Used to play peekaboo with you as well.”

  “It was a long time ago.”

  “Another lifetime,” Natasha said.

  “They weren’t kidding about what that guy did to you, were they?” Elena stepped up, and winced. “I’m so sorry.”

  “You don’t need to be sorry.” She wasn’t always like this. Natasha recalled the many nights that Saint would train with her, teaching her how to avoid one attack after another. “I hear you’re a happily married woman.”

  “I am. I think Saint’s slowly getting over the fact it’s with a rival MC.” Elena chuckled. “He’s changed since you’ve been back.”

  “I doubt it. It has been a week and a half. I was in a worse state than this.” He hadn’t taken her to the hospital. She’d begged him not to.

  “He’s a good guy, isn’t he?” Elena asked.

  “I think so.” Saint was always a good guy. It was his father that hadn’t been helping. He’d demanded a monster, and rather than fight it, Saint had caved, giving his father exactly what he wanted.

  “Can I take a look around?” Natasha asked.

  “Sure.”

  Moving to an array of dildos, she picked up the largest one, wondering what Saint was like. Their first time hadn’t been the best. In fact it had been painful, and Saint had lasted a grand old time of five minutes, if that.

  Why are you thinking about sex with Saint?

  The door went, and she looked around the array of sex toys to see a beautiful woman, with dark brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. She wore jeans and a shirt that showcased her curves.

  “Hey, Melissa.”

  “Hi, Elena. I’m looking for an anal kit.”

  “No problem. This way.”

  Natasha looked at the dildos listening to the two women talk. Being in Sinners’ Corner, she remembered what it was like to be her old self. She never took shit from anyone, and she certainly didn’t become someone’s punching bag.

  “Did you hear about Saint?” Melissa asked. “He’s got an old girlfriend back.”

  “She’s back there near the dildos,” Elena said.

  Natasha leaned around the large stand of key chains, and smiled. “Hey, I’m Natasha.”

  “Melissa. I’m married to Pea. He’s a club brother.” Melissa made her way toward her. “Well, well, well, you know the club is surrounded with gossip about you.”

  “Yay.”

  Melissa laughed. “I like you.”

  “You don’t even know me.”

  “It doesn’t take a lot for me to be impressed.” Melissa reached out and took hold of Natasha’s face. “A weak shit decided to lay his hands on you.”

  “Soon to be ex-husband.”

  “Ah, I had a lover not long ago think that he could touch me.”

  “Lover? I thought you were married.”

  “It’s complicated.”

  “Pea and Melissa have an open marriage. They screw who they want, and they don’t hide it,” Elena said.

  “I don’t know if I could stand that,” Natasha said. Simon had cheated. She knew about the women he used to go and see. The lipstick stains on his shirt and body had been a clear sign. She’d never felt brokenhearted about it. If anything, she was relieved that he found some pleasure elsewhere.

  When had she become this woman, settling for second best?

  You left Saint.

  You left the man you loved.

  “Anyway, it’s nice to meet you,” Natasha said, moving back toward the dildos.

  “You should come around some time. All the girls get together, and we have some fun, some wine, a little partying. This Friday, my place, get Saint to drop you off.”

  “I’m going to be there, and so is Sarah. She works here as well. You’ll like it. It should be fun,” Elena said.

  “Are you ladies trying to ruin my girl?” Saint said, drawing attention to the door that had opened.

  “You got it, big brother,” Elena said.


  Natasha picked up one of the dildos, followed by a butt plug, and then unable to resist, she picked up a dirty movie. Placing the items on the counter, she grabbed Saint’s money.

  He moved up behind her. “Interesting.”

  “I think so. It should keep me entertained while you’ve got me locked up in your house.”

  Saint placed a hand on her hip, and Natasha bit her lip. The years that had kept them separate faded away at the smallest touch.

  How could it be that he had this power over her?

  You never forgot him.

  You never wanted to leave him.

  You did anyway!

  So many mistakes. So much regret filled her.

  Saint’s breath fanned across her neck, and she glanced back to look at him. “You don’t have a problem, do you?”

  “Not at all. Get what you want.”

  He didn’t let her go, and he even took the bag from Elena, promising to see his sister soon before they made their way out of the shop. Natasha’s heart was pounding, her pussy slick, and her tits heavy.

  “How come you’ve not phoned Nigel yet?”

  They walked back to the car, and the moment they parted, she missed his touch. She wanted him, and that was a big problem. Would he even want her again?

  “I don’t know. I think I’d like to see him face to face. That way I can get a sense of how this is going to play out.”

  “Are you sure you want to divorce Simon?”

  “Hell yeah. I’ve been wanting out of his life for a long time.” She slammed the door closed, and strapped in. All she wanted to do was end her mistake, and forget about it. Simon had never been the guy for her. She’d just been so damn lonely, and it had been easier to marry him.

  Her father had warned her, but she refused to listen to him. She’d been so stupid.

  “I’ll take you to him now.”

  “How do you know he’ll see me?”

  “He’ll see me. I’m a good client.”

  ****

  “Did you see the little fire between those two?” Melissa asked.

  Elena nodded. “They have some history, and something tells me that history could be repeated.”

  Melissa winced. “Let’s hope not. She leaves, and it could change Saint a lot more. He could end up being colder than ever before.”

  “I hope she doesn’t leave. I vaguely remember her from my past. Saint, he’s told me a few things about the beginning before Mom took me away. Nat was always with him. Always.”

  “I don’t know much about what happened back then, but I do know chemistry, lust, passion, when I see it.”

  “That what you see in Pea?”

  She smiled. “Pea and I have a special connection. I’ve got to head back home. Look forward to Friday, honey.”

  Waving at Elena, Melissa left Dirty Deeds and made her way back home. She’d walked into town, and she intended to walk back, her purchases secure in her purse as she made her way home.

  Her and Pea’s relationship was a little weird. None of the club understood it, nor did her sister, Penny.

  There were times she didn’t understand it either. She heard the sound of a bike coming toward her, and she glanced up and down the street seeing it slow down. She smiled as she saw Pea’s bike.

  “Hello, little lady. Would you like a lift back home?” he asked.

  “Sure thing.” Before she climbed on, he made her stop, and put a helmet on. “You’re a spoilsport.”

  “You’re only getting on my bike with your head strapped up.”

  She laughed, but put the hat on, having to remove her ponytail as she did. Climbing on behind him, she wrapped her arms around his waist, breathing in the scent of leather. Closing her eyes, she rested her head against his back, finding comfort in him.

  He pulled away from the curb and rode all the way back to their house. She loved it when they went out for rides. Climbing off first, she was surprised when he came inside with her.

  “You got nowhere else to be?”

  “At the moment we’re waiting to hear back from some tests from Ethan. He’s running a little science experiment to determine what ingredients are inside the fake product.”

  “You ever thought of not doing the drug runs?” Melissa asked, grabbing the kettle, and filling it with water. While that was boiling, she pulled the bag containing the anal kit from her bag, and put it on the table.

  “What is this?” he asked.

  He’d already opened up the bag and was pulling it out before she could tell him.

  Licking her lips, she smiled. “I thought I’d have a little bit of fun.”

  Pea stared at the kit. “You seeing someone?” he asked.

  “Nope. Decided that this fun was all for me. Do you want some coffee?” She reached up for a cup, and gasped as Pea moved right up behind her, his hands moving up her body to cup her breasts.

  “I don’t want coffee.”

  She gasped as he pinched her nipples. “That feels so good.”

  He tugged her shirt and bra down, fingering her nipples. His lips were on her neck as he nibbled her pulse. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re doing to me, Mel.” The hard ridge of his cock pressed against her ass. “I want to fuck you.”

  Leaving one hand on her breasts, he moved the other down her body, sinking into her jeans, past her panties, and finding her clit.

  “Oh, Pea, please.”

  “You’re so wet, baby.” He released her long enough to unbutton her jeans, and she wriggled them down her legs, pulling them off one foot. Holding onto the counter, she cried out as he lifted her leg, resting it on the opposite counter, and opening her up. His fingers slid through her slit, teasing her clit before plunging inside her. “I almost forgot how damn tight you are, and how dirty you love to fuck. Stay there.”

  She stayed in the position he placed her, listening as he pulled the zipper of his pants down, and then had his cock pressed at her entrance. In one smooth thrust, he was inside her, stretching her open. She loved it. The size of his cock, the way he filled her. She yearned for more of him.

  “Please, please,” she said.

  He took her hand, and placed it between her legs. “Feel me inside you, Mel. That’s my cock, baby. You feel how deep it’s going. Your hungry pussy wants me.”

  “Yes, oh, Pea, please.”

  “Come over my dick.” Using his hand covering hers, he teased her pussy, stroking her clit.

  It was everything she wanted, and with a few strokes, she came, whimpering his name. Pea didn’t stop. He kept on stroking her as he tunneled inside her, his cock filling her up. He nibbled on her neck, sucking on the tender flesh as he drove her toward a second orgasm.

  Pea released her long enough to bend her forward so that she was leaning over the counter, opening her up. He fingered her cream, drawing it back to the puckered hole of her anus, getting her nice and slick.

  “I know what you need. What you crave, and I’m going to give it to you.” He placed the tip of his cock against her ass, and slowly started to push past the tight ring of muscles. Melissa loved it. She loved the burn along with the pain that would soon give way to immense pleasure.

  “Oh, baby, I’ve missed this pussy. I’ve missed this ass.” Once he was past those muscles, he pressed all the way inside her, going as deep as he could get. His hands went back to her hips, and she held onto the counter as he fucked her ass. She loved every second of it, not wanting it to end.

  “Oh, fuck, Mel,” he said, slamming inside her, and his dick pulsed, flooding her ass with his cum.

  He didn’t rush away.

  Pea kissed her neck. When she turned her head, he slanted his lips over hers, and gave her a kiss that made her wonder if that was exactly what Penny felt with Rage. Something was changing between them, and Melissa didn’t know exactly what.

  Chapter Four

  Natasha had done it to torment him. Saint was sure of it. The small bag with the dildo and butt plug was only there to drive him crazy.
He didn’t know what to say or what to do with that bag there.

  “So, Sinners’ Corner has gotten all modern. A sex shop?”

  “The shop belongs to the Saints and Sinners MC.”

  “You brought about the shop?”

  “Yep. Seemed a good investment. Sex sells even during a recession. People still want to fuck.”

  He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel heading toward home. He still hadn’t taken her to the clubhouse, and he didn’t know why. She was getting better, and the doctor he’d gotten to check on her said she was fine. The bruises would fade, and Natasha would be as good as new. They had been to see Nigel, and he was going to take a look at the divorce case, taking over from her previous lawyer who’d failed. While Natasha left to get a soda, Saint had paid him to get the job done, and to make sure Simon Meyer never came near her again.

  “Very true. I like Elena. She’s turned into a beautiful woman.”

  “She’s one hell of a mother. How come you don’t have any kids?” he asked. “I always thought you wanted some.”

  “Nah. After I left, I was just working from job to job, making ends meet. Then Mom and Dad died, and I didn’t want kids with Simon. You? Any children running around?”

  “No, I bag my dick.” There was no point in lying. He’d not lived like a monk when she had walked away from him. However, the moment she entered his life once again, he’d not gone hunting for pussy either.

  “Thank you for taking me to Nigel’s. The sooner I get this divorce the happier I’ll be.”

  “You’re welcome.” He let out a breath. “Nigel will get the job done.”

  “He worked a lot for you?”

  “He’s done some bits that I’ve needed him to do. I trust him with your case. So, do you know the extent of your husband’s life?” he asked.

  “Not all of it. I know he had other women. I never satisfied him in the bedroom apparently. I just lay there, and did nothing.”

  Saint chuckled. “Then he wasn’t doing it right.”

  “How would you know?”

  “When you were with me, you never just lay there. You were always involved.”

  “Yeah, I was, wasn’t I? That first time though, that hurt.”