by J. C. Allen
“And that was your greatest mistake,” I said, letting him drop to the ground. “It is a mistake that your boys seem less likely to make, but fortunately, they do not have your years of experience or, I must begrudgingly say, the will you had to execute your actions as need be.”
“You’re so kind.”
“I know,” I said. “It’s why if you would learn to shut your mouth and stop being so pompous and holier than thou, I may yet give you a quick death.”
A tense silence filled the room. It was not lost on me that many of my men had once served Dominick Knight in the Savage Saviors, and that perhaps a few of them still sympathized with him or liked him, even if they had deliberately left the club. Tonight’s “show,” then, would be as much for them as it was for my own gratification.
“My only regret with tonight, Dominick, is that you will not live to see the fall of the Saviors,” I said. “But surely, you already know it is coming. You are not immortal, and even if you were, your own limitations prevent you from defeating us. Dustin is too bloodthirsty for me to have any control; he shall be manipulated like a puppet. And Derek? What of that boy? He is as soft as a cat under the morning sun. I will have a greater challenge landing a single bullet on the fat faggot of a lieutenant you have than I will killing him. And that fatass could be hit by a pistol from a mile away.”
“No,” Dominick said. “No. Those same limitations give us discipline and strength. You have no rules, Frank, and so you have nothing to build off of. You—”
I snapped, much to my chagrin immediately after. I kicked Dominick square in the face, jarring a few teeth loose as he coughed up blood. I casually dusted off my pants to show that the action had been deliberate.
At least when I killed Dominick, I would have killed the one person capable of making me snap as I had.
“Just kill me… already,” Dominick said, in between bouts of coughing up blood. “You know you won’t get anything else from me.”
“So then tell me, Dominick, you are a man of power and choice,” I said, pulling out my pistol. “How would I have you die, hmm? Shot to the heart, like the song? Or bullet to the brain? Or perhaps some other creative way that—”
“How did you get this way, Frank?”
I arched an eyebrow at him, confused by this sudden sympathy ploy.
“How did you turn into a sociopath? You used to care for my boys. Used to love them. And now? Look at you. Driven mad by hunger. You are—”
I pistol-whipped him, dropping him again to the ground.
“Hold him down!”
Two of my most trusted men, Rock and Thunder, held his arms in place, preventing him from moving anywhere. I realized that a pistol was much too quick and holstered it back. No, this was to be much more violent—something that we could photograph and send to the remaining Knights as a warning of what was to come.
“I have found the way that I will kill you,” I said, anger finally visible in my voice.
“Never too late, Frank. Never—”
Before he could say another word, I lifted my steel-toed boots and dropped all of my weight square onto Dominick’s skull. His head split instantly as his remains poured out onto the subway platform. There was no doubt he was dead.
And there was also no doubt that I had no sympathy, no sorrow, no grief over the man that lay dead before me.
He may have been my business partner for years. He may have been with me from the start. He may have taught me much of what I knew.
But he was a flawed man, and the motorcycle club world had no room for flaws. You either compensated for them or you ignored them, but you sure as hell didn’t confuse them with moralistic boundaries that did nothing more than limit the size of the club.
And for such flawed me, you killed them.
“Understand this, gentlemen,” I said as I scuffed my boots on the ground, letting Rock photograph what I had done. “You do not cut off the head of a snake and let the body decay. You crush its soul and let it decay from within. Dominick was once the head, but before this night, he had become nothing more than a figurehead. Dustin, his son, runs the club. However, in killing the founder, we have crushed his spirit, making it that much easier to break their will and their lives.”
Finally, for the first time all night and in a rare moment before my men, I smiled.
“We have broken the spirits of the Savage Saviors tonight. We will continue to do whatever it takes to continue the death of this spirit. We will kill Dustin. We will torment Derek. And we will reign over this city once and for all.”
1
Derek
God fucking damn!
I mean… seriously… God fucking damn!
How lucky could a guy get?
How lucky could a guy get to have slaughtered his enemies, rescued his girl back, and repositioned the team he once barely felt qualified to lead? How lucky…
I sounded like a broken record, but that was truly because all I could do in the face of the good luck I’d experienced was swear. My entire life, especially the previous four years, had known nothing but tragedy, hardship, and something worse than bad luck—cruel luck. I had come to expect nothing less.
But today?
Holy shit.
I mean, sure, there were the aches and pains. Some stitches here, some splints there. But, hey, you couldn’t get something for nothing, right?
It’d been an ugly show to get to this point, but the Savage Saviors, Eve, and I had sailed rough waters and found ourselves at a posh and tropical island paradise with all the luxuries to go with it. Now, all that remained was taking my lovely gal to an actual tropical paradise once we finished the job once and for all.
It sure sucked to be the Black Falcons.
And, as far as I’m concerned, if it sucked for the Black Falcons, then it was great news for the Savage Saviors, which meant it was fantastic news for me. That neighborhood operation to rescue Eve three weeks ago had really decimated them, knocking out much of their property, their manpower, and their reserves. We’d done quite a number on them.
Plus, I got the girl. By that alone… God fucking damn!
Since then, the Black Falcons had gone quiet. Whether this meant they were too injured to retaliate or if they were just biding their time for something big, I wasn’t sure, but I was, for the time being, content with the notion that they were shivering, whimpering, and licking their wounds like the mangy mongrels I thought of them as. Who wouldn’t be after the kind of attack we’d laid out on them?
Cocky as I presented myself as, however, I couldn’t help but wonder how long the peaceful quiet would last and couldn’t help but wonder just how long things could stay normal. The Falcon was still out there somewhere, and as long as he lived, there was no calling it a day. It might be a week, it might be a month, it might be half a year, but at some point, the Falcon would come back, and he would not be a happy man.
But as long as I had Eve Kellerman by my side, I could handle just about anything. No, not “just about.” I can handle anything.
I glanced over at Eve, sleeping beside me in our bed. Our bed…
That it had become so easy to think of it as “our bed” was something of a miracle in and of itself. Not only had I saved her, but as of a month ago, I’d just been a fucking wreck of a man. Now?
Now was a hell of a lot different.
I smiled, appreciating both the sight and the thought of her and my future with her, and leaned forward to kiss her forehead. She made a small sound and stirred in her sleep, a faint whisper of a smile growing across her face as she did. I stared in awe, taking in the small, subtle act as something almost divine.
For a short while I just sat there and marveled at how beautiful she was. For a woman that had been through so much in life, had had an evil asshole of a brother, and had had the hell of working for the Black Falcons, she still had incredible natural beauty. She could wear makeup with the best of them, but even besides her body, she was a sight to behold.
; Then, as the tranquilizing effect of the moment wore down and emotional momentum demanded a fresh push, I smirked. Her body was nice… too nice to ignore.
It had been a while since I’d given her my “special” wake-up call. And while I’d been hesitant to do it the first time, fearing that she would react in horror at such an unsolicited move, her begging me to do it had all but made it a pleasant morning surprise every once in a while.
Careful to not wake her too early, I crept downward and then worked to slowly part her thighs. Once this was done to my satisfaction, I looked up to make certain that she was still asleep. Thankfully, she was—none the wiser.
I grinned again, this time at the sight of her beautiful folds, perfect and waiting only a few tantalizing inches from me. They seemed to call my name, and my name only. Thank fuck we sleep naked.
Almost like you planned it this way, Eve.
Clever girl.
Then, moving with a slow yet direct intent, I began parting her lips with my fingertips, revealing my target.
And there it was.
I leaned in, running my tongue across her clit. I wanted the wakeup to come from the sensation alone and not my groans or moans. Any sounds I might make could potentially betray the effort, and where was the fun in that? After all, this was about Eve, not about me—though I had a feeling Eve would be more than happy to turn the tables after she’d finished “shutting off her alarm.”
Through my forced silence, I heard a faint moan emanate from Eve’s parted lips—the sound faint and sleepy still, her body registering the first waves of pleasure but not yet seeing them as cause to stir from her slumber. I would have killed to know what she felt in her dreams or what her body felt, but now was no time to wake her up and ask.
I smirked at her reaction and paused, waiting until the sound of her breathing dipped again. Then I repeated the action. Again and again, I leaned in and feasted for a few seconds and “work” before withdrawing and letting the effect subside.
Bring the purring engine up to a low growl and then let it idle back to resting, I thought with a wide, mischievous grin. So that when it’s ready to fully engage, it’s roaring out of the gate.
But that moment of full engagement was not something that I was going to rush. In fact, I was more than willing to sit here all morning. What did I have to do, work? No, I wanted to make this last.
Her body began to invest more in each of my “swoops.” She had shifted in her sleep to be more flat on her back, her knees had parted even further on their own, and the muscles of her thighs had begun to tense ever so slightly in an effort to hold me in place. There was now a problem with my desire to keep Eve asleep.
I wanted in on the action some. And while I could fight that reaction for several minutes longer than most, even I had my limits. The decision to move on to the next phase of the wakeup thus came out of my own throbbing erection’s growing eagerness.
And so, as Eve’s still sleeping body tensed further, her fingertips beginning to clench into the fabric of the sheets, I moved my hand up and slid two fingers past her now incredibly slicked entrance. I heard a gasp and a moan.
Smiling, I worked the fingers deeper and deeper, testing to see how far I could go before Eve awoke. Having done this a couple of times, I was getting a better sense of what would wake her and what would give her the female equivalent of a wet dream. This would wake her eventually, but—
“Oh! Oh God!”
It was a sound that was woven from equal lengths of pleasure, playfulness, and defeat. It was the sound of a woman on the brink of climax who’d simultaneously realized she’d lost a game that she’d only just then realized was being played. It was a sound that I, myself, had made a few times this week—but one that I was determined to make her produce more than I ever did.
I glanced up towards her, not bringing myself to leave my work. I could see her beautiful eyes staring back at me, almost in disbelief—in moments that didn’t involve both of us naked, I suspected that she, too, woke up often thinking “God fucking damn!”
Those eyes regarded me, showing with that same look of pleasure, play, and defeat, and then rolled back before hooding behind her fluttering lids. Her body tensed, convulsed, and her grip on the sheets deepened, creating five angry-looking divots in the bedding at either side of her writhing torso. It was like holding on to a canoe in the middle of rushing rapids—except I was the one producing the shaking and I was the one getting off from rocking the boat.
“O-oh fuck!” Eve growled out in a husky, half-woken voice. “Just like that! Eat me! Fuck, Derek!”
Suffice to say, I eagerly obliged.
She whimpered. Her next inhale led to a hiccup. She paused, ended her breath in a sharp gasp, and then let out a long, sustained moan as the muscles of her stomach began to twitch. Motivated by the response, I intensified my efforts, watching the playfulness and defeat wash entirely from her face and leaving behind a mask of sheer pleasure.
I don’t think she had any regrets about getting me to deliver this morning wakeup call.
“C-close…” she said, more breathlessly uttering the words than actually producing coherent English.
Hearing this, I arched my fingers, found the sweet spot inside her, and began to strum with a rising tempo against the sensitive surface of her G-spot. Her body responded by pitching back, her legs clamping down on other side of me as her ass lifted off the bed. I smirked at the response, allowing myself to be pulled along.
And now, for the moment you’ve been waiting for, babe.
Gently taking her clit between my lips by sucking in, I began a series of rapid flicks with my tongue as I slowed my thrumming fingers; giving her two most sensitive parts a conflicting set of sensations.
Eve’s head began to roll from side to side in slow, agonized flops. Her moan was a long, low whimper. Her lips moved, speaking, but no words came. She had become overriden by the intensity of pleasure coursing through her body.
She was on the edge.
I continued, reading the signs I’d come to know as a language all their own—one I’d become quite fluent on, if I may say so—and waited. It was all in the speed and volume, I’d come to find; the tempo of her rocking head and the pitch of her moan always reached a certain point right before…
Her head began to wag that much faster, her moan rising to almost a shrill cry of pleasure.
I sped up my fingers to match the rapid pace I’d set with my tongue at that moment.
Eve came.
Hard.
So hard, in fact, I almost lost my breath as she closed my head with her legs, hips, and hands, trapping me on there. And then, when the climax of the climax ended, she shoved me away with such violence that I thought I was going to pop a vertebrae.
So, yeah, it was worth it.
“Jesus,” Eve said breathlessly. “Jesus. Jesus. Jesus. Ohhhhh, my God, Derek.”
I looked down, noticing that her hips wouldn’t stop quivering—like an orgasmic muscle spasm of sorts.
“Yeah, I don’t think you mind.”
“Fucking kidding me!” she said, having so much energy from that session that it was like she wanted to rip my tongue out for permanent placement—which she sure had come pretty damn close!
“Nearly tore my damn head off,” I said with a laugh, rubbing my sore neck as I moved up to her.
“Sorry,” Eve said, sounding embarrassed. “Heat of the moment, you know.”
I laughed that much harder, started to shake my head, then decided I’d need a couple of aspirin first.
“Why are you sorry?” I said, “It was really damn sexy. My neck may not like it, but I sure as hell did.”
“Well, in that case, you’re welcome,” she said before taking in another deep breath and letting it out in a satisfied hum. “Wow! A girl could get used to waking up like that.”
I think you’ll get a lot more of that in the weeks and months to come, babe.
“Figured I owed you for the way you woke me up ye
sterday.”
She giggled and shook her head, looking like a girl who had truly woken up in a fantasy—not like a fantasy, but an actual fantasy.
I could say the same for myself when I awoke
“Still can’t believe how long it took you to wake up! I had you balls deep before your eyes even began to open.”
“And who said I wasn’t awake before that point and just wanted to see how much farther you’d go?”
“Oh, sure, those were waking snores, huh? I didn’t know that Derek Knight was attempting to win an Oscar for his sleeping scenes.”
“Totally,” I said, trying my best to sound serious. “Waking snores. Those exist. Look it up.”
A smile crossed over my face, betraying the effort, followed by a short laugh.
Eve smiled back and also laughed, but then she went silent.
Not for any bad reasons.
But for a very, very, very good one.
The smile turned to a wicked grin, and I raised my eyebrow at the sight. Before I could say anything, she was on me like a dog in heat. I shivered, watching as she ran her lips down my chest. I could feel my own breathing grow heavy at the sight. She was possessed, endowed with the spirit of the orgasm, and now she was going to transfer it to me.
Oh, fuck, yes.
“My turn,” she growled.
She growled! She literally growled!
She was a tigress who’d found her prey. I was fully willing to submit to her.
I watched with fascination as she slid my shaft down her throat, her full lips wrapping around my dick perfectly. As I disappeared into her mouth, I arched back as she used her tongue to swirl around my length.
Fuck! She knew exactly what to do with me. It was almost unfair how good she was—it meant I never lasted as long as my ego wanted to believe.
I watched as she continued and wondered just how much control she had on her gag reflex. Perhaps it was my ego making up for my inability to last hours and hours because of her skill, but I knew I wasn’t exactly small, and she seemed able to take my cock so easily. It was like watching an unarmed man fight a bear; it never stopped being simultaneously fascinating and seemingly impossible.