“I am.” I run the pinwheel up to her tits and circle her nipples lightly as I answer her. If this has any chance of working, I will have to accept and commit to the patience of teaching her. I’ve never taken on a commitment as strong as this one. I’m looking forward to it, nonetheless.
“So… you and me?”
Never in my life have I heard those words and thought they’d sound as enchanting as they do coming from her lips.
Mmmmm is the only response I can give her while I’m in this state. Her nipples turn a beautiful wine color as I roll the wheel back and forth, not cutting the skin, but aggravating it. My demons want me to drag it deeper, slice the skin, and I am holding back, that is…
“Whatcha doin, darlin’,” I hum when one of her hands touches the wrist wielding the pinwheel.
“You can press down. Your eyes are the blackest I’ve ever seen them, and I know you’re itching to draw my blood.”
I throw my head back and groan before I bring it back down to glimpse at her. She is genuine, I sense it.
I flick my wrist back and forth, edge the wheel deep enough to peel the first small layer of skin back. She doesn’t scream or even make a peep as I continue to roll it back and forth.
“It is indescribable,” she sighs in the softest voice.
Occasions such as this are the only times I regret not being able to go regular vanilla. I long for the day I won’t require the things I do to get off. Tatiana is exquisite with her hair spread, and her blue, innocent doe eyes staring at me. She deserves the world.
Her skin trickles a drop of blood, and that is all it takes for my cock to harden in my jeans. I toss the pinwheel to the floor and peel myself free of the constricting fabric. I don’t bother undressing. I’m hard enough to fuck her.
“Wiggle them bottoms that you call shorts off right fuckin now!”
Tatiana gives me a devious grin before she complies. She moves quick. Maybe she is experiencing the same urgency I am.
“Can you at least pull my hair hard as you fuck me?”
Oh, fuck yes! “Flip over, darlin’, I’m gonna fuck that pussy doggy style.” I’ll pull those blonde curls so fucking hard her scalp will scream crimson.
Her pert little ass is in the air in less than ten seconds. It begs me to slap at it, so I bring my palm up and land a huge blow to her right cheek and she moans. It is such a delicate sound.
“Once more,” I growl, and she moans yes.
This time I bring my hand up and slap with all the force my arm will allow. My cock can no longer stay away. I climb up on the bed, press my right hand into her lower back to make her arch deeper, and with my left hand, I position my cock against her wet folds. I close my eyes to take it all in. Tatiana is something to treasure, and each time my cock is lucky enough to enter any part of her body, I plan to savor it as my last.
“Shadow,” she whimpers.
I chuckle and ram into her.
Her pussy automatically responds to my cock, squeezing it tightly as her juices coat me. Even fucking her astonishes me. She flips her head further back to remind me she wants that sexy-as-fuck hair pulled. I move my right hand into her tresses, and with a solid yank, I jerk it back.
“SHIT!” she screams.
I shift my left hand to her hip and pound into her with no mercy. Her cries make my balls tighten. The red of her scalp shows me she is in pain, and only furthers the assault my cock is delivering her.
Each of my pounds inside of her is met with a thrust right back at me. She manages to keep pace with me even as I snap her head back and use her locks to deepen my thrusts.
“Can I come, please?” she pants.
My palm lands on her ass. “Yes,” I hiss through gritted teeth as my balls tighten with such fire, they ache. “Now,” I shout, pounding into her.
When I release and her body slumps to the bed, I pull out and collapse beside her. I’m fucking spent after such a long day.
“That’s the most basic sex I’ve fuckin had since I was a teenager.” I chuckle. It wasn’t technically straight vanilla, but close enough I’m shocked.
“Yeah, well, I’m stripping down and going to sleep. I’m tired.” She yawns.
Who knew a quick fuck could exhaust a person. I haven’t had sex that fast in a long ass time.
“I’ll be here when you wake,” I say, stripping my clothes off at the same time.
“We’ll see,” she says sleepily. “Night.”
I gaze at her as she strips herself free from her clothes, tucks herself under the sheet, and her eyes close.
“Night, darlin’,” I whisper.
***
Chapter Twenty-Three
Tatiana
The heat of the sun beats down onto my bare back as I wake from my sex-induced coma. My mouth splits into a smile because Shadow is rubbing my thigh. I inwardly squeal. I can’t believe last night happened, and I’m more than happy that he slept in my bed again. This time is a lot different. He made it clear there would be no repeat performance of the morning after our first time.
“Good mornin, darlin’,” he drawls. “I know you’re awake.”
I turn my head to look at him. His deep onyx eyes sparkle, and he rubs my back with a slow torturous pace that lights me ablaze.
“Morning. Did you sleep okay?” I ask him. I hope he did. He appears well rested.
“I did, but I promised myself I would tell you what is going on as soon as we woke up. You deserve to know things, darlin’, and I don’t know if anyone will tell you or not. And after this,” he gestures between us, “I’m obligated to tell you shit. It wouldn’t be right if I didn’t.”
Why does this make me queasy? As I sit up, I drag the white sheet with me to cover my chest and then give him my full attention.
“Go ahead, tell me whatever it is.”
He flops onto his back and peers up at the ceiling. He is pensive, that is certain, and it worries me.
“You can’t leave the compound at all today. Promise that you won’t.”
I reach over, grab his cheek, and turn his face towards mine. “Why?” I ask. I have to be able to see into his eyes when he answers me.
“We got business at Euphoria. It’ll get dirty. Stay here. Do. Not. Leave. We don’t want to worry about anybody while we’re there. Let me rephrase that. We don’t need something new to worry about.”
I fling my head back against the headboard, groan, and shout out as the pain shoots through my skull. I shouldn’t have thrown my head so hard. Now I am going to have a splitting damn headache all day, on top of all this other bullshit.
“It is always something, isn’t it?” I whisper more to myself than to him.
“Here lately it’s always something, and it pisses me off as much as it pisses you off.”
I know that I have to promise to stay on the compound. I won’t worry my family or Shadow while they have other business to attend. I want to hear more about him and for him to keep talking to me so openly.
“What’s your name?” I tease him to lighten the mood.
His eyes light up as he sits up to lean on the headboard. “It’s Tavis, Tea.”
My smile tilts to a frown because he didn’t tell me the truth. “Okay, you don’t have to tell me,” I say, disappointed.
Shadow grabs my hand in his and puts our joint clasped hands into his lap. “It is, darlin’, I swear.”
But if his name is Tavis, why does he use it as a scene name? This confuses me. I don’t really understand the reasoning behind doing that. Everything I have read says not to use your real name if you aren’t with a permanent partner. This goes to show me, I should never, ever use the internet as my only source.
“Wipe that nasty face away. I use my real name to scene because, unlike everyone else, I don’t have a life to hide from, or a job that I could lose if it becomes known I’m a Sadist. A lot of others are worried about jail time, losing their jobs, or their family finding out. Look around, baby.” Shadow grins. “Do I have anyone here tha
t doesn’t support me? Do I have a family that would frown at my life choices? Do I have a job that requires my personal life to be kept quiet? No, I don’t have any of those things. Everyone here supports me, and my job is of the flexible variety.” He winks at me. “I have it a lot easier than most kinksters do.”
Well, all this makes sense, and the name, in a fucked up way, fits him, but I could never call him Tavis on a personal level. He is Shadow to me. If he wants me to call him Tavis while we’re in bed together, I’ll do it, but I can’t do it all the time. I don’t care how well that name suits him, he will always be Shadow to me.
“I didn’t expect that, to be honest with you. I thought it would be something horribly awful like Bobby Lou or something funky like that,” I smirk as I play with him.
“Bobby Lou? Really? Is there anyone with that name?” He chuckles, and I grab my phone off the nightstand to Google the name.
“Let’s find out, shall we?” I giggle as I type in the silly name, but as I repeat it, it doesn’t sound all that silly. “Wow! It’s a really common name, believe it or not,” I say as I hand him my phone so he can see. I can’t believe it really is that popular of a name, and the more I sound it out with my lips, the more it grows on me. Go figure.
“It sounds appealing now, doesn’t it?” he replies as he hands me my phone. “All joking aside, you’re going to promise to stay on the compound today, right? Because, darlin’, I can’t worry about you while I’m working, and ZZ sure the fuck doesn’t need to worry either. Please listen to all of us for once. Do as you’re told. I know that’s the last thing that you want to hear, and it’s the last thing I would ever want to ask you. I wouldn’t be practically begging on my knees for you to stay home where you will be safe.”
When his tone takes on a strange high pitch with his last sentence, it pulls at me in the weirdest way. “Are you okay?”
I’m concerned, very damn concerned. For Shadow to show any kind of insecurities, more than freaks me out. Why are the guys suddenly showing me new sides to them? I don’t enjoy being thrown for a million and one loops. It stresses me out.
“I am, Tea, now that we’ve done this.” He gestures between us again. “It’s serious. This thing between us is fucking serious as shit. I wouldn’t risk hurting you with all my bullshit if it wasn’t. You were there. You know exactly how much I tried to resist us getting together.”
No shit, there were so many weird, awkward moments where we both pulled at one another and fought constantly, until the other day. This is definitely a step in the other direction for us. It happened fast, too.
“Shadow, is this your messed up way of telling me we’re exclusive, and you’ll be hurt if something happens to me?”
I’m not making light of the conversation this time. I’m completely serious. He is acting like it will rip him to shreds if I get hurt.
“Darlin’, we’ve been exclusive ever since I fucked your ass bare.”
The little fuckwad. “Way to a girl’s heart, Shadow,” I grumble as I go to stand.
“Tea, stop. You know I was being serious before I went all horny idiot on you.”
It still sucks that he worded it that way, but then I remember who he is, and what he does for a living, and who our family is. These men aren’t filtered, and god forbid someone ever try to muzzle them like they deserve most of the time.
“I know. Oh, and I’ll stay here today. I won’t leave the compound, but please keep an eye on my brother. That bitch has her claws so far deep in him, I ain’t sure he has balls anymore. He’s a pussy whipped bastard because of Sabine.”
When I mention her name, he cringes beside me. Yeah, I don’t like hearing it nor saying it, either.
“Has he been back at all?” he asks, breaking me from my evil thoughts of Winter’s sister.
“Yeah, but he isn’t speaking to anyone. I’ve only known him for a few months. This isn’t like him. I don’t know what else to say.”
I’m disappointed in my brother. For him to go against our father’s wishes is a big deal, and it makes it even worse that he is trying to patch in. He isn’t listening to a patched member. He has repeatedly messed up. I wish I knew what was going through his head. Mace has only wanted to please his newly found family. This goes against all things Breakneck when you’re patching in. I only worry that this will affect their decisions to let him continue to prospect.
“Your dad isn’t happy, Tea. He’s voiced that.”
“I know.” I scoot down on the bed so that my head hits the soft pillows.
Shadow moves closer to me. “This shit is depressing as fuck,” he growls as he tickles me. “Were you the one watchin’ me?”
Ah, hell. “A few times I did.” I gasp as he continues to tickle torture me. “I do believe you were watching me as well.”
“You little shit,” he murmurs as he moves on top of me. “I thought I was losin’ my edge, darlin’.”
Never.
He stops tickling me and gazes down, his face taking on an entirely new expression. “You’re really pretty, Tea.”
Heart failure. I try to turn my head, but he reaches up to grasp my cheeks. “No, I’m serious. You’re beautiful. You’re a natural blonde. You hardly wear makeup, and by some fuckin’ weird, wacky female shit, you’re toned, and you don’t even work out. Women are jealous of you. That I know for sure.”
I stop trying to move his hands from my cheeks, and let my blue eyes stare into the depths of his. They speak to me that he is sincere. He really finds me attractive, and I’m perfect in his eyes, even though I know that I am far from being perfect. “Thank you,” I say through my squeezed cheeks and lips.
He chuckles. “Get dressed. I’m fuckin starved!”
***
Chapter Twenty-Four
Shadow
I know I’m not the only one who is worried about leaving the women. Things seem to go sideways every time we leave. It isn’t until we pull into the parking lot of Euphoria and see it closed that relief flows through me. He didn’t open it, so I know he is in there, waiting on us. We knew he wouldn’t be bold enough to do this where cameras could pick up on all the things that are about to happen. Pulling into the lot is a loud, drastic move on our part, and we don’t give a flying fuck. All the brothers want this shit over and done with.
Each time we are close to a little bit of peace and freedom, it is yanked from our grasps. We haven’t had half a year where we could relax, settle down, and enjoy life. It is exhausting, and I would love to be able to work on engines, smoke, fuck, and sleep, but since I came to the Master Charter, I haven’t been able to do any of those things.
I pull my illegal Mini Uzi out of my saddlebag as my brothers pull massive machinery out of theirs. With quiet steps, we edge ourselves through the parking lot and against the wall of the building. Sniper guards our Prez, and I hold the door open while Pyro moves the barrel of one of his guns through the threshold. Once Smokey has a good grip on the large metal door, Pyro, ZZ, and I ease in. When the hall is clear, I give the signal to Smokey, and he relays one to Sniper and the Prez. It is so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and it automatically puts us in fight or flight mode.
Pyro rounds the corner and ducks behind a side wall, and we all very slowly follow suit. Pyro peeks around the wall, and flicks his fingers for me to move to the one across from us.
I crotch down and move quickly to the other side and motion for Smokey to follow. I’m about to say this was too easy. There is no fucking way in hell we can get away with coming in here and them not knowing, but then a bullet hits the wall next to Smokey.
“Why can’t you assholes talk shit out!” Alec’s loud voice booms out through the echo of the bullet. “This could have been fucking solved by now, but no, you want it all. You motherfuckers want goddamn everything!”
The Prez tries to slip from the safety of Sniper who is quick to jerk him back against the protection of the wall. “Don’t move,” Sniper growls at his brother.
“We tr
ied to talk it out. We did. You could’ve made out like a bandit and took the money I offered and started up somewhere other than my fuckin’ town!” Prez tosses back.
“Which is the stupidest thing you could’ve offered me. Why the fuck would I have started a club here if I wanted to up and move two years later?”
This is going to take a long ass while.
Light comes from the hallway where the entrance door is, and I swing my gun in that direction. Shit! If he called for more backup, we are fucking cornered, and there is nowhere else to go. But it is much worse than that as I see two blonde heads come into view.
Mace Jr. and Sabine.
“Get the fuck down!” I roar as I reach for Sabine who, by my fucked up luck, is closer to me than Mace Jr. is.
Fire rings out, and our worst fear comes to life. The takeover has gone wrong. A bullet rips through Mace Jr.’s neck. His legs give out, and he tumbles backwards as ZZ rips from the wall, screaming at the top of his lungs.
“Take off your goddamn shirt and press it to his wound, you stupid bitch,” ZZ roars at Sabine when she comes to from the shock and does as he instructs.
“Them fuckers are dead!” ZZ thunders, murder rippling in his voice.
There is no next move as we all head straight into rapid fire, ducking behind everything we can. I end up behind the bar and can’t see any of my brothers. I can only see flying bullets and fire coming out of barrels when I jerk up and take blind shots.
When the gunfire slows, I wait a few moments before I peek out, and a bullet flies beside my head, shattering a bottle on the shelf behind me.
“Goddamn it!” I roar as I stand and aim at the Russian who almost killed my ass. “You better kill me before I blow your goddamn brains out!”
I don’t pull my finger away from the trigger, and bullets ping from my UZI and into his body, one right after another. His large frame falls to the floor. I duck back behind the bar, take an extra magazine out of my pocket, and let the empty one fall to the floor as I slide the new one in place.
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