by LeAnn Asher
I hiss in pleasure and raise my hips, letting him press farther inside of me. His lips move from my throat to my breasts. He licks the tip of my nipple then sucks it deep into his mouth.
His fingers quicken inside of me, and I feel myself getting closer. His thumb presses harder against my clit, and I am right on the edge. I gasp and dig my nails into his back, and I raise my left leg up his hip, giving him better access.
His lips wrap around my nipple again, and his fingers curl inside of me, hitting the spot.
“Butcher!” I hiss and wrap my arms around him tightly, my body shaking.
He slides out of bed. His large hands grip the bottom of his shirt, and he pulls it over his head, and I drink in the sight of him shirtless. He has such a great body. His pants join his shirt and then his underwear.
Then it hits me.
This is really happening.
He reaches into the night stand and pulls out a condom. This is really happening. He climbs into bed with me, and my hands start to shake. I sit up and take the condom from his hand. I open the package and put the condom on him.
I lie back on the bed and stare into Butcher’s eyes. His face is softer and more relaxed than I have ever seen him.
He crawls up between my legs, and his elbows go to either side of my head. I reach up and touch his jaw. “I’m ready.”
He nods and kisses me on the forehead. I feel his dick touching my entrance, and I relax my body totally.
Butcher reaches down and grabs my hand, then grabs the other. He raises them above my head, and I suck in a deep breath. He doesn’t move his forehead from mine, and we stare deep into each other’s eyes.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he confesses and I melt.
“I don’t care about that, I just want you. I want all of you.”
He closes his eyes at my words, and I feel him pressing. I close my eyes tightly, taking in deep breaths.
He slides in an inch and it starts to get uncomfortable. “Just do it.”
“Shay,” he starts to argue.
My hand is on the back of his neck. “I’m okay, just do it.”
He does what I ask. He slides all the way in with one smooth, solid movement. “Fuck.” I turn my head to the side as tears form in my eyes.
“I can’t take this shit,” Butcher growls, and I open my eyes in time to see him slam his fist into the headboard.
“I’m okay, it’s better now,” I reassure him and take the hand that hit the head board. “I promise.” It is, I just feel very full and there is a bite of pain, but it’s not bad. He brings his hand down and touches my clit. He rubs in slow circles, and the pain is immediately gone.
“Much better.” My voice deepens with pleasure.
“I can’t believe.” He stops talking and stares down at me in awe.
“You can’t believe?”
“That you’re mine.” He kisses me, and it’s such a tender, loving kiss that tears form in my eyes again, this time from pure happiness.
“Butcher,” I say with such raw emotion, and he starts moving. I moan when he hits the spot inside of me that drives me crazy.
That spurs him to go faster, and I raise my hands above my head and press them against the headboard. He growls and licks my throat. “Come for me.” He twists his hips and hits the spot again.
“Oh shit,” I gasp. I thought him going down on me was intense, but this is a whole different thing.
His teeth nip my lips and my throat, and I feel his finger on my clit again. Then a sharp pinch and I come.
“Oh god, Butcher.” I grip whatever the hell I can as my body quivers uncontrollably, and I feel him coming along with me. My leg slides from his hip onto the bed. “Let’s do that again tomorrow.”
I feel him shake with laughter and I grin. I got what I wanted.
He slides out of me, and I cringe at the slight pain. Butcher isn’t a small guy, and pain was going to happen—there wasn’t any way around it.
He takes the condom, ties it off, and throws it in the trashcan beside the bed. He rolls over onto his back and takes me with him—I’m lying on top of him. My head is on his chest, my legs on either side of his body.
We lie in silence, my eyes starting to droop closed, because he is running his hand up and down my back, which relaxes me.
“I lost my parents and my brother when I was eighteen. My twin brother. I lost all of them at once in a car accident, and I came upon the scene a few minutes later, because I wanted to follow them in my new truck.”
My heart is hurting right now. I lie completely still, letting him tell me what he needs to.
“I will never forget seeing the people I loved most in the world dead, their eyes blank. They were just gone, when they were alive just minutes earlier.”
“I had the funeral and then I joined the navy. I rarely spoke unless I had to. I was just dead inside, and I continued to be that way until you, my Shay. You made me feel for the first time in a long time. It fucking eats at me when you leave my sight, because I can’t stand the thought of something happening to you.”
Don’t cry, Shaylin. Tears pool in my eyes, and I suck my lips into my mouth. I have never felt pain like this. I have never hurt for someone before like I have for Butcher.
“A mission went wrong after I became a SEAL, and I was tortured for two days before I was rescued. I got demons, Shay, but you make that shit less haunting. Your light keeps them at bay.”
I’m done.
I sob against his chest, and I hold him as tight as I can. “Butcher, I am so sorry.” I raise my head and press my lips against his, holding his jaw in my hand. I kiss him with such emotion, letting how I feel about him come through. “I will never leave you, Butcher,” I tell him through kisses. I take my lips from his and kiss the scar on his cheek. “I will take all of your demons, Butcher, as long as I get to have you.”
He gives me a look that I can’t decipher, and I spot the next scar and kiss it. “Your scars are hauntingly beautiful, they make you who you are.”
He flips me onto my back and presses his face into the crook of my neck. I wrap my arms around his neck and just hold him.
I will never let go.
Thirteen
Shaylin
“What are we doing here?” I ask Butcher as we pull up outside a gun shop and shooting range.
He turns to look at me. “Spoiling you.”
“Butcher!” I smack him lightly on the shoulder. I told him that I love guns, I always carry one on me, and I’ve got some stashed everywhere. I think back to the robbery, and I’m glad I had one stuffed under the shelf.
He steps out of his truck, slams the door shut, and walks over to the passenger side to open the door. I lean toward him, wrap my arms around his neck, and squeeze him. He steps back and I don’t let go—I wrap my legs around his waist. He chuckles and digs his fingers into my sides and I squirm, laughing. His lips press into mine—halting my laughter—and I open my mouth, deepening the kiss.
Someone honks their horn and I pull away slightly, kiss the side of his mouth, and hop down. Butcher puts his hand on the small of my back and, as always, he looks around the area to make sure there aren’t any threats.
He opens the door to the gun shop and I step in, and Butcher follows me. I look around the room, and the man behind the counter smiles at us. “Ah, Butcher, we have the gun you ordered.” He grabs a case that is tiffany blue, like the gun I wanted.
No way. Butcher is already staring at me. The man behind the counter opens the case. My mouth pops open. It’s the gun I wanted! The tiffany blue gun that I have been looking at for the past couple of months.
“I love it!” I turn around and squeeze his middle tightly, shaking him from side to side slightly. “I can’t believe you bought me a gun. Thank you.”
He just chuckles, and I let him go and turn around to look at the pistol that is waiting on me.
The man behind the counter smiles at both of us. “Let me show you how…” he says, but I alre
ady have the gun out of the case.
“I got it.” I smile.
I check the chamber and grab a loaded magazine. I slide it in, slide back the chamber, and put the safety on. “Let’s go shoot.” I grin and grab the tiffany blue holster that came with it. I put the gun it in and snap the holster on my side.
“I…I…all right,” he stammers, and I feel Butcher pressing up against my back.
His breath hits my ear. “Fuck me, Shay, you’re going to kill me.”
I laugh under my breath and turn my head from side to side, smirking at him.
“Behave.” Butcher’s hand taps my ass lightly.
“What is that?” I mock and step away from him, which causes him to growl.
“Follow me.” The worker motions for us, and I see Butcher grabbing the rest of my stuff for me.
* * *
Butcher
* * *
Why the fuck must men look at her? The fucking man who owns the damn store hasn’t been able to take his eyes off of her since she showed him she knows how to work a gun. It makes me ready to kill every fucker around.
“Here you are.” He motions to a booth, and she steps past him, going straight up to it, and puts on earmuffs.
I set the rest of her stuff on the floor beside her and stand back up, eyeing the man who won’t take his eyes off of her. He’s pretending to watch her form, which is perfect. He reaches out to touch her hips, pretending to correct her, which pisses me the fuck off. I bring my own gun out and point it at him. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
He snaps to attention and backs away from her, and he throws his hands up in the air. “I wasn’t meaning anything.”
I roll my eyes and look at him like he is the dumbest shit in the world. “You haven’t taken your eyes off of her since we got here. I would advise you to leave.” The gun is still pointed at him. I motion toward the door, and he goes away.
Pussy.
I slide my gun back in my holster and lean against the wall, watching as she prepares and double checks her gun. She’s too fucking sexy for her own good.
She catches me looking and shoots me a blinding smile. I can’t fucking believe she is mine. I must have fucking done some kind of good in my life.
She takes the ear muffs off and turns to look at me. “You know there is a mirror there, right?” I follow her eyes and I know she caught me.
She laughs and puts the ear muffs back on and braces herself to shoot. She raises her gun and fires six shots almost simultaneously. She hits the button on the wall to bring her target up to us, and I step closer to take a look. Three shots to the head and three to the heart.
Fucking lethal.
* * *
Shaylin
* * *
I caught Butcher and it was hilarious. He tried to be slick and hide what he was doing from me. He was telling the worker off for checking me out—Butcher style, which consists of a gun pointed to the head.
Isn’t he just perfect? I sound crazy, but when did I ever claim to be normal?
“I’m hungry,” I tell Butcher as we walk out to his truck.
“Where do you want to eat?” He opens the door for me. I reach up to grab the oh-shit handle, and he pushes my butt to give me a boost.
“Blues?”
He nods and shuts the door behind me.
* * *
Later That Night
Shaylin
“Shay?” Butcher calls from outside the bathroom door. I am getting ready for a large bonfire cookout thing at the Devil Souls MC clubhouse. To say that I am nervous is an understatement. I know all of the girls, but it’s way different now because of us being officially together.
“Yeah?” I open the bathroom door and stick my head out.
I gasp in shock at what I see. He is standing there with a vest with my name on it that says “Property Of Butcher.” If you don’t know the significance of this, in the biker world, it’s the same thing as marriage.
This is a big deal.
“Butcher,” I choke out as tears flood my eyes.
Butcher steps forward, looking angry. “Don’t cry, Shay, it kills me when you cry.”
Oh my god. He is literally trying to kill me. I widen the distance between us and press my lips to his, my tears falling onto both of our cheeks. I am falling in love with this man. He doesn’t say much, but when he does? It rocks my world
There is so much more to Butcher than what everyone sees. What I see is my Butcher. My Butcher is badass and dangerous, scary to the core, but I see a different part of him.
I pull back from him and grab the vest from his hand. He brings his large, scarred-up hand up to my cheekbone and wipes away my tears. The same hands that can kill someone in a few seconds, but to me his touch is gentle.
How lucky am I? I am so lucky to have him. He may think it’s the other way around—and he has told me so—but I am the lucky one. Everything about him is perfect to me.
I slide my arms into the vest. I smile at him widely. I love the feel of it on me. I pull my hair out and let it drape over one shoulder, and I slowly turn around, letting him take a look. Facing him, I smirk. “How does it look?”
He grabs my hips and pulls me to him, and our hips collide. “My name looks good on you.” The hand on my hip glides down to my ass and squeezes.
I throw my head back, laughing. “We better get going or we are going to be late.” I check the clock for emphasis and step out of his arms to slip on my boots.
“I will be outside.”
“Okay, baby.”
He stops, and I bite my lip to hold back my laughter. “Your ass is mine when we get home.”
He walks out of the room, and I laugh under my breath. I love messing with him.
I am sore after last night, but I am not going to let that stop me. I want him too much. Last night was one of the best nights of my life, and it was sure one of the happiest. I have never felt so content before, and that’s all because of one silent and broody man who stalked me. How does that sound for a fairy tale?
I take one last look at myself in the mirror, taking a extra second to admire my vest. Smiling at my reflection I bend down and slip on my boots before walking down the stairs and outside to my man.
* * *
Butcher
* * *
Fuck. I didn’t know outsiders were invited to the party tonight—and this usually doesn’t happen—but to make it seem like we aren’t total criminals, we let people come inside for a bit then kick them out.
I park my bike and climb off. Shaylin is looking toward the field where the party is being held. I take this moment to admire her, and it’s looking like I should take her home. She could wear a sack over her head, and they would find something else to admire.
“Butcher! Over here.” Vin is standing at the edge of the field waving me over.
I thank god her property patch came in, or I wouldn’t let her in. There are some pretty pussy boys who come to these parties to seem like billy bad asses.
Shaylin puts her small hand on my shoulder, bringing me from my thoughts. She climbs off the bike and tucks herself into my side. “Let’s go see your friends.”
Growling under my breath, I do as she asks.
We walk across the field, and I see fuckers staring at her then at her patch and down at the ground. That’s right, fuckers, eyes on the ground if you want to keep them.
“Bitches.” I tear my gaze from the pussy boys and follow Shay’s gaze to some want-to-be ole ladies in the corner of the field. I feel Shaylin’s hand slide from my hip to my back pocket, and she grabs my ass.
I just got claimed.
* * *
Shaylin
* * *
I just claimed Butcher, and he knows it too, because a large smile spread across his face. Those hookers in the corner were looking him up and down.
I didn’t like that.
These skanks are women who want MC men. The men don’t touch them, because these women want to use them and th
e MC men don’t like that. So the skanks show up at these open parties, and then they leave because no one pays them any mind, which pisses them off. These men don’t like easy.
“Hey, Shaylin!” Jean yells across the field, and I tear my eyes from the skanks.
“Hi Jean!” I say once we get close to her.
She eyes me up and down and looks at Butcher before giving me a blinding smile. “We need to talk!” she practically yells and grabs my hand, attempting to pull me from Butcher, who holds fast and growls deeply.
Jean rolls her eyes at him. “We are just sitting on the couch by the fire.” She motions to the other girls and he lets go, but I can tell he doesn’t want to.
“I will be okay. I got Tiff.” I wink and pat my back. His face softens, and I can see the amused glint in his eyes.
“Tiff?” Jean asks as we step away from Butcher, and I grin at her. “My gun.”
We walk together to the group of ole ladies sitting on the couch, and a club member stands on either side of the couch. My uncles’ women are never left unprotected, because we have enemies. We live beside the ocean and people want to use our town to funnel in drugs. This brings us up against some scary people. But I refuse to have a bodyguard. My father agreed because I live outside of the county and I’m in Devil Souls jurisdiction.
My dad is a sucker and I gave him the pouty eyes. I wish my dad would find himself someone to spend the rest of his life with. I know he loved my mom, but I don’t think it was the all-consuming kind, not someone who he was meant to grow old with. My dad deserves that. He spent his whole life raising us kids and only worried about us. We were his life, and now it’s time for him to live his life for himself. He should have been doing this for years, but I think he just needs a push. Maybe I will set him up on a blind date, but do I want to be murdered?
“Hi Shaylin!” four different voices ring out, and I wave at them. Jean pulls me down beside Alisha, who is getting prettier by the second. It should be a crime how pretty she is. Hell, every one of these women could easily pass for a model.