by LeAnn Asher
“I see you are now an ole lady.” Chrystal nods at my vest.
I grin ear to ear as I think back to when he gave it to me earlier. “Yeah, I am.”
Alisha pulls me into a hug, and then another girl takes her place hugging me and welcoming me to the family. These women are genuine. You don’t get that with a lot of people.
“I have been meaning to call, but I need to order a cake and cupcakes for my daughter’s birthday party coming up in a month.”
“Text me the details and I will book you in,” I tell her.
I look around and see Butcher talking to Techy, but he is staring directly at me. I blow him a kiss, and he ducks his head to hide his smile.
“I never thought I would see the day when Butcher would be brought to his knees,” Jean says and I shrug.
“He brought me to mine too,” I tell her and they all say, “Aww.”
“So you fucked him yet?”
I laugh at how blunt she is. “Yeah.” My mind wanders and I visualize him above me, moving inside of me. Stop, Shaylin, save it for later.
“How big is it?” Jean whispers and her eyes widen. All the other girls scoot closer.
“I didn’t really measure.” I move toward them. “It hurt like a bitch—and he is as wide as my wrist, at least.”
Alisha looks at me in sympathy. “Techy is ten inches, so I get it.”
I wince and scoot back on the couch so I am facing the party, and my eyes gravitate to Butcher. I see a skank standing right behind him.
Oh, hell no. She better stay right where she’s at.
“Did you ever find someone to come work for you?”
I tear my gaze from Butcher to look at the girls. I shake my head. “No, sadly.”
Kayla perks up. “Paisley, Torch’s daughter, is looking for a summer job.”
“Tell her to come in whenever she can and we can talk it over.”
“Thank you!”
I look back at Butcher, and what I see makes my blood burn like fire. She is touching his arm, and he pulls away sharply and backs away from her. She moves closer to him, and she is going to touch him again.
That isn’t going to fly with me.
I stand up and stomp over to them. Jean yells, “Oh shit!” and the other girls cheer. The bitch knew I came here with him.
* * *
Butcher
* * *
She is pissed. She glares at the girl who was hitting on me, walks past her, and wraps herself around me.
I fucking love this shit.
Shaylin smiles smugly at the girl, and it takes everything in me not to laugh. The girl glares at Shaylin, before opening her mouth. “What’s your deal?” Her snotty, babyish voice irks my nerves right off the bat.
“You were hitting on my man. What the fuck is your deal?” Shaylin steps closer to the girl.
“Like I give a fuck?” She looks me up and down, and I blink in disbelief. “I can have him on top of me.” She snaps her fingers. My thoughts go back to the fucker who said something similar about Shaylin.
I step out from behind Shaylin, ready to tell the girl off. Why would I touch something like that when I got my Shay? Does she not see what I have? Women.
Shaylin smiles a huge-ass smile.
Fuck.
“You shouldn’t have said that.” Shaylin grins at her.
The girl looks confused. “What are you going to d—” She doesn’t finish the word before Shaylin is on her ass, punching her in the mouth.
“Ugly bitch! All of these women here are ugly!”
Shaylin bursts out laughing, and the girl stands up to face her.
“I really didn’t feel like fighting today. I just wanted to have fun with my man and the ole ladies. Now you have fucking disrespected them and hit on my man. You’re asking to get your ass beat. No hair pulling, I can’t stand that.” Shaylin points at her in warning and goes back to grinning.
The girl brings her hand toward Shaylin’s hair. Shay catches her hand and bends it backwards, and the girl screams. “I told you no hair!” Shay brings her free hand to the girl’s throat and pushes her down, and the girl lands on her back.
“Who is under who now?” Shaylin cackles.
“Man, your woman is crazy,” Vinny says and I look at him, grinning.
“I know.”
Vinny bursts out laughing. “Both of y’all are crazy.”
I am not denying shit.
“Apologize to the ladies.”
“Fuck you, bitch.”
Shaylin sighs dramatically and flips her hair over her shoulder. “Damn, I was hoping for the easy way out.” She smacks her hard across the face. “You need to learn some manners. Apologize.” Shay turns the woman’s head so she’s facing the girls, who are watching, amused.
“No.”
“You’re really pissing me off.” She slides her hand up from the girl’s neck and cups her face. Then she slams her head on the ground. “Do it now.”
“I’m sorry!”
“Good girl.” Shaylin is still grinning like a loon. She pats the woman’s face hard. “Now all you gotta do is tell my man you will never look at him again because if you do I will cut out your eyes.”
“You’re crazy!” the girl screams. Shaylin rolls her eyes, and her hand goes back to the girl’s throat. “Tell me something I don’t know. Now go on.” She waves her hand in my direction and winks at me.
She is perfect.
“I will never look at you again or your girlfriend will cut my eyes out.”
I shake with laughter, and I hear people around us doing the same.
Shaylin stands up and takes the girl with her. “I’m taking out the trash. I will be back.” She half drags the girl by the throat to the gate and lets her go. Then she kicks her on the ass, and the girl falls a few feet away.
“Butcher, I think she is crazier than you,” Jean says.
“She is perfect, isn’t she?”
Shaylin walks straight to me, and I watch her body move with every step. I am only so fucking strong. I walk to her and throw her over my shoulder. I need my woman.
* * *
Shaylin
* * *
I am thrown over his shoulder and I smack his ass, which causes him to retaliate. His hand lands on my ass hard.
People catcall all around us, and Butcher moves into the woods behind the clubhouse. He walks for a bit until we are out of sight of everyone. Butcher slides me down his body, and my feet hit the ground.
I am backed up against a tree with him towering over me. “You’re too fucking hot, Shay.” He slams his mouth onto mine as I gasp. His hand fists my hair, pulling slightly. I moan in delight at him being aggressive.
I feel his hands at the button of my pants. This is so thrilling. I am about to have sex with a hundred people just across the field. I feel my zipper being lowered, and I push his hands away. I drag my pants, along with my panties, down my legs leaving me open and bare for the world. I bite his lip and pull his hair, pulling my upper half closer to him. A hand snakes between my legs, and I almost fall to the ground.
“Soaked,” he growls and presses me hard against the tree. I unbuckle his belt, unbutton his pants, and push them down, along with his underwear, freeing him.
His tongue moves against mine, and I clamp my teeth down on it and grab his dick. He hisses and tears my hand away. He lifts me off the ground, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
He bends down slightly, and I feel his dick at my entrance. I shudder with pleasure at the feel. I open my eyes and break my lips from his, and I lay the back of my head against the tree. His teeth skim my neck as he presses inside of me, which causes a slight pinch of pain.
I dig my heels in and raise my hips so he has better access. My back arches as he slides farther inside of me and, once he is fully inside, I gasp and arch my toes. I have never felt anything so good. There is nothing better than to be filled fully.
“So fucking sexy.” He brings his hips back and slams back insi
de me.
“Fuck.” I gasp and drag my nails down his bare back. He hisses in pain and then slams inside again, harder this time. I love it.
“Faster.” I moan and kiss the side of his neck. He does what I ask.
Minutes, hours, seconds—I am not aware of time. All I know is Butcher and the feel of him moving inside of me. It’s something I know I will never tire of. This isn’t just fucking. Every touch, every movement means something.
Butcher means something to me, and I know I am falling in love with him. I think I have been for a while, but now it truly hits me. Tears fill my eyes, and I close them before he sees. I bring my lips to his and kiss him with every emotion I am feeling but not saying.
He strokes my clit, and I cry out loudly as I come hard, clamping down on his dick. I feel him come a second later, filling me.
Wait.
He didn’t wear a condom. I open my eyes wide and look at Butcher, who has completely stilled. “I am on birth control.”
“I am clean, there hasn’t been a woman besides you in many years, and I just got tested a month ago.”
He kisses my sweaty forehead and I move away from the tree, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Ready to go home?”
I nod and he sets me down on the ground. I bend down and grab my panties, cleaning myself as much as possible before slipping on my jeans. I watch Butcher’s white ass disappear into his jeans.
He grabs my hand, and we walk through the woods to his bike. I am not wanting to face the crowd right now with my sex hair and cum running down my leg. Not attractive.
We come out of the woods and head for his bike, and I see the skank is still hanging around outside of the gate. Butcher hands me the helmet and I slip it on. I move my hair to one side and button the snap.
Butcher climbs on and I follow him. His hands wrap around my knees, and he pulls me flush against his back. I laugh and wrap my arms around his middle, and my lips find the side of his neck.
He starts the bike and, as we pull out toward the gate, we pass the girl who I beat up earlier. I give her the one-finger salute. I feel Butcher shaking with laughter. The girl obviously has no common sense.
We arrive back at his house about fifteen minutes later. His house is even more beautiful at night because of the golden light coming from inside, enhancing the interior.
“We should go boating tomorrow.” I look over to the shed that has the jet skis and the speedboat.
“Fine with me.” He climbs off.
“I think you’re trying to spoil me?” I flash him a sheepish smile. He bought me the gun that I had been eyeing for months, and I just found out the whole collection will be in soon, including a higher powered rifle.
He arches an eyebrow. “Is it working?” He picks up my hand and helps me off the bike.
“Oh yeah.”
He kisses my temple. “Then I am doing something right.”
I am swooning right now—he is so sweet! He twines our fingers together, and we walk up the steps to the house. He unlocks the door and we walk inside.
“Grab something to eat and I will run you a bath.”
I grab the waistband of his pants, pulling him toward me. “Only if you join me.”
He kisses my forehead, but I catch a small smile. His hand lands on my ass and I jump. “Behave.”
I roll my eyes at him. “Honey, do you think that is possible? When am I ever good?” A finger runs down the middle of his chest.
“Shay,” he growls in warning, but it doesn’t faze me. I will let him think he won because I do want that hot bath because I am sore, not that I will tell him that. He punched a hole in the headboard last night—it was a total breaking down moment.
The stairs creak as Butcher walks up the steps, and I shuffle over the refrigerator to find cold pizza. Nothing better than cold pizza. I grab my bottle of wine also. Aren’t I winning in life?
After I finish my pizza, I walk upstairs with my bottle of wine and a glass. I’ve got to make myself look semi-normal and not drink out of the bottle like I want to.
I cut across his bedroom to the bathroom, which is huge—and the massive tub is to die for. The bathroom is bathed in a soft glow that gives it a very romantic feel.
Butcher has his back to me, stark naked. I take a moment to admire the view of his backside and the tattoos covering his back. He looks over his shoulder at me and walks over to the tub, steps in, and slides into the water. I never thought a man could look so sexy in a tub, but my man isn’t normal.
I slip my cut off and lay it gently on the counter. Then I bring my shirt over my head, unsnap my bra, and toss them both on the floor. Then I unbutton my jeans and slide them down my legs, leaving me naked.
“Damn,” Butcher mutters under his breath, and I wink at him.
I step into the steaming bathtub.
“Your back to me.” I look at him in confusion, but I turn around so my back is to him. I sink down into the water and close my eyes. This feels amazing. His hand drifts down my back, and he pours water down my back, wetting the bottom half of my hair.
“What are you doing?”
“Let me care for you,” he whispers, and his hand smooths my wet hair down my back. “Lean your head back.”
I lean my head back, and he pours a cup of water over my head but doesn’t get any on my face. He does this a couple more times before I hear a bottle opening, and I crane my neck to see he has a shampoo bottle in hand.
The smell of my vanilla shampoo hits my nose. I hold completely still. His hand touches the middle of my head, digging his fingers in to massage it. I lean my head back, giving him better access.
This is heaven. I sigh and brace my hand against his knee. For the next fifteen minutes, Butcher washes my hair, conditions it, and washes my body.
I have never felt so cherished in my entire life.
After he carries me to bed, both of us still naked, he gently lays me down on the bed and climbs in beside me. I sit up and push on his shoulder, making him lie down flat on his back, and I bring my leg over his hip, straddling him.
“You made me feel more special earlier than I have ever felt in my whole entire life.” I drag my hands from his stomach to his chest, and my finger strokes the scar above the middle of his chest.
“You are special, Shay.”
I close my eyes; my nose burns with tears. “You say you aren’t sweet, sweetheart.”
“Just to you.” He chuckles and his hands slide along my legs, stopping once he gets to my inner thighs.
Opening my eyes I bend down and kiss the long jagged scar. Then I move to the next, the next, and the next. I kiss what people would call imperfections, but they are what make Butcher who he is.
“You are perfect.” I kiss the scar on his cheekbone, and I feel him shake his head. I lay my forehead against his, looking into his eyes. “You’re perfect for me. We are both crazy.” I laugh and he laughs along with me. I will never grow tired of him smiling and laughing.
I have noticed that the shadow in his eyes isn’t there. When I look into his eyes, I see happiness. I put that there. I make it my mission to make him happy. He deserves that and so much more.
I could ramble about this forever because I just really care about him. I care about him, and I am not afraid to show that. Call me cheesy but I am not hiding who I am.
Fourteen
Shaylin
My father managed to bribe me into going to dinner at his house with Butcher since I told him that we are officially a couple now and I got a cut.
I probably should be nervous but, on the other hand, I want my father to see Butcher the way I do. Don’t get me wrong—Butcher is a scary and dangerous man. I see the way he gets murderous every time a man checks me out. I literally grab onto his hand so he doesn’t deck him.
That is just who he is—he is a very possessive and protective person. I get why he is like that because it affected him when he lost his family, and the thought of something happening to me panics
him.
We pull up outside Dad’s house, and I see Lane is already here, in his truck since he has my niece with him. I can’t wait to see her! It’s been a month, and I have never gone that long.
After climbing off, I stand beside the bike waiting on Butcher to get off.
“Smiles.”
I hear Butcher chuckling, and I look over to see Dad staring at both of us in amusement. Rolling my eyes I walk through the yard to my daddy, who has stepped off the porch. I sink into his arms and he hugs me tightly to him. It never gets old being hugged by your father.
“He been treating you well or do I got to kill a fucker today?” he says very loudly, and I know Butcher heard him.
I smack his back and step out of his arms, giving him the stink eye. “You think I would need you to kill someone if they did me wrong?”
My dad smiles widely. “That’s my Smiles.”
Crazy, I tell you.
He turns around and walks back up the steps. “Food is on the table, I got shit catered in.”
We follow him and Butcher settles in beside me, his hand on the small of my back before it falls away and he smacks my ass. I yelp and grab his hand so he can’t do that again.
“Do that shit again and I will kill you.” My dad doesn’t turn around but continues walking into the house.
I stand up on my tiptoes and Butcher bends down. “Do it again and no pussy for you.”
Butcher pulls back and gives me a look that says I am full of shit. I may be, but he can pretend to grovel for a bit.
We step inside the house and I hear a shrill scream. Tiffany runs into the room and Lane follows her. I bend down and she slams into me. I teeter backwards but Butcher puts his hand on my back, catching me.
She lets me go and smiles up at Butcher.
“Hi, kid.”
She squints at his hand and makes a tsking sound. “You need some clear coat. I just got done with Grandpa’s.”
I burst out laughing. These men can face anything, but they can’t deal with the wrath of this little girl. She takes his hand and leads him over to the large leather couch. He looks back at me with widened eyes that say “help.”