“Oh, okay. Are you staying in here tonight or something?” I swallow and take a drink of my water on the bed side table. I need to wake up and make sure I’m seriously having this conversation right now. This could just be a really good dream.
“Or something.” He pushes his pants down and his large, straining cock pops out and bobs a little. Damn, commando. The bedroom door opens and I know I must be wide eyed when 2 Piece steps in.
“You getting Shorty warmed up yet?” 2 Piece grins and looks at him. He shuts the door and the light behind him disappears with it.
“‘Bout to,” he rumbles and I feel myself start to get wet. I have little zings deep inside my pussy just watching them both standing here like this. He walks closer to the bed. “Spread your legs, I want a taste.”
“‘Kay,” I squeak and do as I’m told.
2 chuckles at me and pulls his shirt off, watching. He pops his pants button but doesn’t move to take them off. I hear the tear and look down to my panties being ripped off. He grabs each side and rips them completely apart. They are outright ruined, but I couldn’t care less right now. I start panting as his face leans close to my core. He grabs my thigh that isn’t hurt and shoves it up toward my stomach harshly and then dives straight in to sucking my clit. I turn to 2 wide eyed with my mouth gaping open.
“Holy fuck! Ares, God!” I yell loudly and 2 pushes his pants down. His dick strains against his boxer briefs, begging to be let out to play. He pants deeply as he watches Ares go to work. Ares sticks a long finger in my pussy, I clench around it and he groans into my center. Little vibrations run through me and I soak his hand with my spasms.
2 steps closer, leans down on the bed with one knee. He moves toward me swiftly, he dips his head to my breast and sucks the tip through his thin white t-shirt I borrowed. My nipple puckers at the wet material and the scratchy sensation creates a wonderful friction.
“Fuuuuuck,” I moan and grip their hair in each hand.
2 leans upward, his face is flushed and his eyes tell me he’s ready to ravish me. He pulls me forward and takes my shirt off. I’m lying here completely naked and vulnerable in front of two beautiful men. One looks as if he was meant to be in Spartacus and the other looks like the bad boy your momma warned you about while growing up. I am in awe and I can’t wait to sample them together. Ares pulls his finger out of me and replaces it with his tongue.
2 dips back down to taste and nibble on my right breast. Ares licks and kisses up my belly until each of them have a nipple in their mouth. Fuck, it’s like heaven. To feel each tongue swirling, each mouth biting on my erect nipples, the caresses and rough hands. It’s too much, my pussy clenches, begging for relief.
“Pleasssse,” I beg breathlessly. Ares reaches down and sticks two fingers deep inside me. At the same time 2 reaches down, scoops up some of my pussy juice and sticks his finger in my ass. The stretch, the burn, the little zings of pain and pleasure make me ignite and explode like nothing I’ve ever felt before. My pussy floods with wetness and I moan incoherent ramblings through my pleasure. I stop coming and they both sit back. Ares watches me while I take deep breaths, trying to regain my composure. 2 Piece rubs his hand gently down my side and gives me a small smile.
“You okay, Shorty?” I nod my head. I’m incapable of speaking at the moment. They just rocked my world and they only used their mouths and tongues to do it.
I could kick myself right now for not letting this happen sooner. Ares grabs my hand and kisses it softly. I look at him and he has the most tender expression I’ve ever seen on his face. I smile reassuringly to him. I want him to know I am okay with this and I loved what just happened.
2 rubs my face and Ares leans over to rub his fingers through my hair. It’s so relaxing, I feel cherished and pampered. The liquor from earlier still thrums through my body, it makes me more comfortable and accepting of them both staring, taking me in.
I’m just going to close my eyes for a minute. At least that’s what I tell myself as sleep and exhaustion overcome me.
2 Piece
“Wake her up,” Ares says and grins at me.
“Fuck no, I ain’t waking her up. She was shot today. If we aren’t careful, then she will get skittish and leave.” I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure she’s comfortable and happy. It’s the least she deserves after all the bullshit.
“Brother, my dick is hard as granite and that just a few minutes ago was hot as fuck.”
“Shhh! You’re gonna wake her up. It’ll happen, just give it some time. What we just showed her was perfect, she’ll want more,” I whisper and glare at his stubborn ass. If he wakes her up on accident or on purpose, either way I’m gonna be pissed.
“Fine,” he huffs and starts getting dressed. “Make sure she’s okay in the morning, I don’t want her freaked out like she was the last time we tried to have fun with her. I like this one and she’s responsive to us both.”
“She’ll be fine. I’ll talk to her in the morning in case she’s trippin’.” He nods and we fist bump on his way out.
I pull the covers back and take her in. She’s so sensual, with her hair spread out on the pillow behind her. She looks peaceful with her hand tucked under the pillow beside her face. Her tits are swollen and have little bites on them from earlier. I follow the line of her smooth stomach to her bare little pussy lips. God, I want her so bad.
I keep observing and get to the big white bandage on the side of her thigh. Fuck, I can’t believe that shit happened. Damn it. I have to get that piece of shit who hurt her. I’ll talk with the brothers more about it tomorrow, to finalize the plans we made in Church and to let Nikoli in on everything.
I crawl into bed beside her, trying not to rouse her too much with the dip I create in the mattress. I fix the covers around her and lay my hand over her waist. I want her to be comfortable but still hold her while I sleep. I take a deep breath, pondering just how much I want the woman lying beside me, as I join her in blissful sleep.
Chapter 8
I wake up to Avery’s warm body sprawled all over me. She has her bad leg propped on top of mine and her arms wrapped around me like a little spider monkey. I close my eyes and relish the feeling for a few seconds. We haven’t gotten many moments like this during this visit of hers. Normally there isn’t much going on so we can just hang around and chill with each other, when she visits.
My eyes pop open at the pounding coming from my door. That must be the reason I woke up in the first place.
“Wakey, wakey, princesses,” Nikoli says from the other side. Fuckin’ dick.
He’s gonna wake Avery and she needs a lot of rest. I don’t want her up and hurtin’ or questionin’ shit. There’s more booming from him banging on the door. I swear I’m gonna punch that fucker again. I have a nice bruise on my cheek from his big-ass knuckles, but I’ll have the element of surprise this time.
I try to ease my way out from under her. It’s kind of hard with the grip she has on my hip though.
“Errrmmmm.” She stirs and I could kick that idiot for waking me up.
“Shhhh, baby, I’m going to the bathroom,” I murmur.
I don’t know why I didn’t just tell her Niko is at the door, maybe because I know she will let him in. I don’t want him in here when she’s lying naked in my bed. He may have seen her like this before, but not while I have her. She’s not actually mine, but I’m starting to work on changing that.
I creep over to open the door quietly. “‘Sup, biker, how was the night?” he asks, all cheery and bright eyed.
“Shhhh, man, fuck! Shorty’s sleepin’ and she needs her rest.”
“Why what is wrong with her?” he asks angrily and glares at me.
“Nothin’s wrong, she just had a rough day yesterday and I want her to get the rest she needs.”
“Good, that is understandable.”
“Why you bangin’ on my door, anyhow?”
“I believe your Prez has told you to tell me plan, yes?” he says wi
th his Russian inflection.
“Alright, hold up a minute. Let me get my pants.” I shut the door and put on last night’s jeans, a clean black t-shirt and my cut. I run my hands through my hair, but there’s not much there to worry about in the first place. Ugh, my body is stiff. I need to go work out, it’s been two days and I can definitely feel the difference. Cain has a family now and still makes time to work out pretty much daily. I need to make it a priority again. I’ve been good about it this last week, but I need to become more devoted to it. I’m more the outside type to exercise anyhow, if it’s not too hot that is. Here in Texas that’s only like three months out of the whole year. I enjoy doing manual labor and working out with the big ropes and tractor tires we have out back. I slip on my motorcycle boots over a fresh pair of socks and check for my wallet. Yep, it’s in my back pocket attached to my chain, so I’m straight. I swing the door open and creep out as quietly as I can. Hopefully Avery is still asleep. “Okay, let’s go into the main room or the bar.”
“As you wish.” I follow as he heads toward the bar.
“I need coffee first off, you want any?”
“No, I only like Bean’s coffee.”
“Yep, she’s good at that, huh,” I grunt gruffly. I wonder what else he likes about her. ‘Bean’, who the fuck calls someone ‘Bean’, anyhow?
“Yes,” he says simply and I check out his shirt as I come around the bar. It reads ‘FBI, female body inspector’.
“Hmmpf,” I huff as I pass him and take a seat with a stool between us.
“No more bad blood between us, 2 Piece.”
“Oh yeah, how do you figure?” I say with hostility.
“Avery ask to back off you, so I agree. I do not mean to stand in your way. You could be her future. She cares for you, so I step back and be friendly.” Great, he’s gonna make me look like the asshole in this now. He was the dick first off by fighting with me, but now he looks to redeem himself it seems.
“How do I know if you’re genuine? You could be fake as fuck right now, and bad mouthin’ me when you have her alone.” He looks at me with confusion and annoyance. ”Look, I just call it like I see it,” I say and shrug. I take a large gulp of coffee and damn near burn my tongue off. I choke that shit down though. I will not look weak in any aspect in front of this blonde-haired brute.
“I’m here to help you and to protect Avery. I have no reason to be misleading. I will simply say what I think to your face. Clearly I am not scared of you.” He nods toward my cheek where I have a dark bruise from the fight we got into.
“Yes and clearly I am not scared of your ass either,” I reply and nod toward his forehead. It’s where the cut is right above his eyebrow, from one of my punches. I may not be the biggest guy around but I’m not going to let anyone think they intimidate me. It’s probably stupid. I know Nikoli could seriously kick my ass, most likely. Being in the club life though, you learn to stand up for yourself and not take any shit.
“Very good. Then we move past. I won’t speak of it again.” I nod my acceptance of the mutually agreed to terms we just reached. I catch him talking shit and stirrin’ up stuff with me and Shorty, then it’s fuckin’ on like Donkey Kong.
“Yeah, cool. Alright so business. Prez has a plan. It’s going to entail Ares, Cain, Spin, Twist, Nightmare, Exterminator and myself. Capone will make sure we have plenty of weapons or ammo, whatever we need. He’s also clearing out the barn at the pig farm to dispose of any leftovers. Smiles and the other guys will hang around here. All of our family members that are close by will stay here with them, just in case the Twisted Snakes are up to something we aren’t aware of. We will call lock-down and the families will comply. They have been schooled in situations like this, so they won’t give us any hassles. Avery on the other hand, may try to get involved and poke her little nose where it doesn’t belong. We can’t have that. We want to be ready on any front. These bastards are slimy and already hanging around town. After Avery’s shooting, it seems they don’t care if we are in a public place or not.
“I need to make it known before I go any further into the details; the fucker who shot Avery is mine. I get to make him suffer for hurting her. It’s the least I can do, after her dealing with that shit while with me. The brothers have all given their acceptance on this, and I need you to do the same.” I regard him and wait for him to weigh up everything I just said and give me his compliance.
I need to make it crystal fuckin’ clear—Joker’s ass is mine. I’m gonna make that motherfucker wish he was never born, hurtin’ Avery for no Goddamn reason. They have no respect for family members and going after a President’s son clearly shows their lack of rules and discipline. We bikers live by a code. At least most of us do. You don’t fuck with people’s families. It’s a no-go zone for the majority of the different clubs I have come across over the years.
“If you handle him, then I will accept this also. I told Avery I will give you a chance, and I mean it, I will.” He props his elbows on the bar and rubs the back of his neck.
“Alright, cool.” I go into details about what Prez wants us to do and what each of our parts is. Niko is mostly there to be muscle. We will have a lot of bodies to move, and quickly. We need the big guys and the mean fuckers for this mission. Those Twisted Snakes won’t know what the fuck hit them before it’s too late.
Ares walks in as I’m finishing up telling Nikoli the plan. He pours himself a cup of coffee and stands on the other side of the bar, so he’s directly in front of us.
“Mornin’,” he mumbles.
“‘Sup, brother,” I greet and take a sip of my own coffee.
“Good morning, Ares,” Nikoli replies with one of his usual formal responses.
I’m guessing when he learned English he didn’t get the condensed version. Everything’s drawn out and sounds elegant. We have an accent bein’ in Texas, we shorten or cut up words and basically have our own biker lingo. I’m surprised he even understands half the shit we say. He doesn’t appear to be confused and he has a really heavy accent when he gets flustered.
Ares sets his cup down and stands up straight, “You fill him in on the plan?” he asks and glances my way.
“Yep, sure did. We actually had just finished discussing it when you walked in.” I lean back on my bar stool and pop all of my knuckles.
I hate mornings, my body is always so taut. Nikoli’s chair makes a loud scraping sound as he stands up. He pushes his chair back in and I smirk. He even has good manners, yet he’s a fuckin’ hitman for the Russian Mafia. No one talks about it, but Prez filled me in on Mr. Good ‘Ol Boy here. He’s Tate’s bodyguard/best friend and a trained hitman.
Ares and I both watch him as he straightens his goofy shirt, “I must go and change if we plan to have mission this evening. I will update Tate and then return in a few hours.” He reaches his right hand out to me. I look down at it; aww, fuck it. I reach out and shake his hand. He smirks and then turns to Ares. “Nice day today, perfect to have your guns out.” Ares cocks his head and looks at Nikoli as if he has lost his mind.
“Pardon?” Ares asks gruffly.
“You know, your guns. Like, sun’s out, guns out?” he says and squeezes his bicep. Ares looks forlorn and I start to chuckle.
“Brother, he’s talkin’ ‘bout you having your muscles out, like in a beater shirt or sumthin’.” I laugh louder as it clicks for Ares and he starts to chuckle as well.
“Yeah, if I wear my wife beater I’ll have all the club cunts around here chasing me all day. Don’t want to make the other brothers jealous, or nothin’,” Ares responds good naturedly and Niko laughs loudly.
“Very good. Later,” he says and leaves.
“Later.” We both respond in sync and Ares shakes his head at me in a chastising manner.
“Don’t even fuckin’ say it, brother.”
“What, man? I haven’t said shit.”
“It’s that look, I know you wanna give me shit for that whole wife beater convo we just had.”
> “Nah, man, I’m straight. I know Niko says some off-the-wall shit like that sometimes. It’s all good.” His brows go up and his face with a pleased expression.
“Cool. How’s baby girl today?”
“She was still asleep when I left to come fill him in on all the shit happenin’.”
“Alright, good. I don’t want her upset. I want us to take her further next time. I know she would enjoy it, with how much fun she had last night.” I take the last swig of my coffee and place the cup in front of Ares. He grabs it and sets it in the sink for me. I start to snicker and stand up.
“Besides, we don’t have to worry anyhow. You can just pull your guns out and parade them shits round the club. Hahaha.” I burst into a fit of laughter and Ares glares at me. “Later, bro, I’m ‘bout to go check on Shorty.”
“Shut the fuck up about that conversation,” he says and smirks. “I’ll catch up with you later.”
“Cool.” I laugh a little and walk back to my room.
I know that fucker is flipping me off as I walk away. I can feel it boring into my back, begging me to turn around. It’s okay though, I’ll let him have that one because I have good shit to give him a hard time about now.
I open my room door and look straight at the bed, but it’s empty. It’s just a bunch of rumpled black sheets and my grey comforter hanging off the bed from Avery’s wild sleeping habits. I look over the room quickly and notice the bathroom door is closed. Hmm, she must be in the shower. Fuck yeah. I’m not going to let this opportunity go to waste, so I start stripping my clothes off. Piece by piece they all come off as I make my way to the bathroom door. I throw the bundle into the laundry hamper and reach for the door handle. I turn it quietly. I want to see her before she sees me. I open the door carefully so it doesn’t make any noise, and peek my head through the opening. I can’t see her from this position and because of the shower door, so I scoot inside and close the bathroom door.
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