by Sam Crescent
She didn’t dispute him. Eva remained still as he worked his cum back inside. Moving her hair out of the way, he sucked on her neck going around then down her back, dropping little kisses. He’d not shaved in a day, and the bristles left red marks on her flesh.
Satisfied that he’d worked her up once again, Tiny withdrew his hand going toward the sink.
Turning back he saw she was in the position he’d left her. “You may get up now and fix us some food.”
“You’re a fucking bastard,” she said, standing up tall.
She was completely naked, and this time he got to really look at her. Dropping the towel he’d been using to dry his hands, he crossed the distance to her. Eva hadn’t moved from her spot near the counters. Picking her up with his arm around her waist, he placed her on the hard, cold surface.
“You better believe it, baby. Tonight you’re mine, and I’m not holding back. I’m the fucking boss. I’m in charge, and you’ll do as you’re told.”
Sinking his fingers into her hair, he tugged her close, slamming his lips onto hers. “You’re not going to get everything you want that easily,” she said, fighting him as he claimed her lips. They were laughing together. The passion changed between them, turning into something more playful. Eva was a little hell cat, and he loved the challenge of taming her. No, he didn’t want to tame her at all. Her fire when he first saw it surprised him. Their time in Vegas had awakened her fire. Since her time away even though it was a few hours she’d changed. It was like her being back home had showed her that she’d been changing and not for the good. He always thought she was sweet, innocent, untouchable. Then she’d come home and defied him at every turn, showing him she was far from sweet and innocent. At times he still felt she was untouchable. Eva was good from the inside out. No one deserved her, but he sure as hell was going to try. Her giggles stopped as she looked him in the eye seeing his seriousness.
Plundering her mouth, he stroked over her tongue with his.
He pressed a final kiss to her lips. “Do you have a problem?”
As he ran his hands up her thighs, his cock stirred, wanting inside her.
She didn’t say anything. Her gaze shot daggers at him even as her lips were turned upwards.
“I’m being nice, Eva.” Drawing her to the edge, he pressed his cock to her entrance and forged his way inside. “You see, I want you now, but I’m being nice in letting you have some food. You won’t be getting any sleep any time soon. You’re mine, baby. Tonight I intend to use you as mine. I’ll keep telling you until you realize the truth.”
He pumped into her a couple of times. She started to relent, and he left her body once again. “Now be a good girl and make us some food.” He stepped back aware of his cock standing tall, proud and wanting back inside her wet warmth.
She climbed off the side, glaring at him.
Her hazel depths were fucking tempting. Watching her, he admired the curves of her body. There were no bones protruding out, which always left him wanting to give the woman a hot meal. Her body had real flesh for him to hold onto. Being the big man with the strength he knew he possessed, thin women were always a challenge to him.
When he was with skinny women he held himself back for fear of hurting them. He loved good sex, hard sex, and he did have it with slender women, but part of him always made sure not to let go. The times he’d been with Eva he hadn’t held back.
She was strong and took his passion.
“I’ve got to go to the office. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
Eva didn’t say anything and kept making sandwiches. Something she’d spoken of earlier had stuck with him. Snitch hadn’t been killed all those years ago. At least, he hadn’t been killed by his hand. Closing his office door, he went to the picture on the far wall and removed it. Entering the correct code in the secure safe, he opened the door. Several guns lay on a stack of cash. Eva knew the code. After the break in from The Lions, he’d made sure to train her with a gun in their free time. Along the side were all the files he possessed. The ones he kept at home were all the important files that he didn’t want anyone to know about. He trusted Eva. Maybe he was a fucking idiot for doing it, but he did trust her.
Grabbing the file, he closed the safe, replaced the mirror and sat behind his desk. Turning on the light, he flicked the file open to see a picture of Snitch staring back at him. If the man survived the takeover of Fort Wills then he’d be a couple of years older than Tiny. The thought of Snitch out there worried Tiny. The other man didn’t give a fuck about anyone but vengeance. Why wait twenty years to make his move? Unless Snitch had to start from scratch with building up his club. A lot of men were killed in the takeover of Fort Wills. Not many men made it out alive.
Picking up his phone he dialed Devil’s number. He always knew how to keep in touch with the other man. It was part of their agreement. Devil didn’t want to stay behind in Fort Wills. He helped to get Snitch out of town, but he didn’t stay to take over.
“What?” Devil asked.
Tiny heard the music playing over the phone. Whistles, catcalls, and all sorts of noises came over the line.
“Are you able to talk?” Tiny rubbed at his temple.
“I’ve got plenty of naked girls around me, Tiny. I don’t think your guys were right about the sister. I can’t fucking find her.” Devil sounded annoyed yet distracted.
“My boys are not wrong. If you can’t find her then she doesn’t want to be found. My boys gave you the location for her sister. Stop looking for the mother of your kid, and start looking for her sister.” Tiny flicked through the file wishing he didn’t have to open it up.
“I’ll find her. You’re not the type of man to steer me wrong, and if you do, friend or not, I’ll fucking kill you.”
Tiny considered it a compliment to be worth killing from Devil.
“She’s there.”
“What do you want? I take it this is not a social call unless that little blonde bombshell wants to hook up,” Devil said, talking about Angel.
“Angel’s pregnant with Lash’s baby.”
“I’m not picky. I’ll still take her in.”
Shaking his head, Tiny leaned back in his chair. “Did you kill Snitch?”
Silence descended over the line.
“Shit, like that is over twenty years old. Leave it alone,” Devil said.
“What if he’s back?” Tiny stood going to his window to look out at the dark night. Eva couldn’t have been right, but the attack where the thugs took Nash made a little more sense this way. Also, the attack on the women made a lot of sense if Snitch and a new crew were behind it. For some reason Snitch always got people to follow him. The bastard was like the fucking plague.
“Hold on. Get the fuck off me, bitch,” Devil said.
Tiny heard a lot of commotion over the line then pure silence as a door closed in the distance. “You’ve got my attention.”
“So you didn’t kill him?” Tiny asked.
“I buried a lot of men during that time, Tiny. If you didn’t kill him, then Mikey could have or Alex,” Devil said.
“Alex wouldn’t get his hands dirty, and Mikey would have told me.”
“Well if Mikey did kill him he took the info with him to his grave.” Devil cursed over the line. “If he’s not dead then we’re in trouble.”
“He’s the only person I know who would go after our women,” Tiny said. “He doesn’t give a shit who gets hurt at all.”
“Yeah, if it’s him no one is safe. He’s a sick fuck. Look, Snitch is an idiot, but he’s clever. He will find a way in, Tiny. Watch your back, and keep in fucking touch. Shit, I can’t deal with this shit. I gotta find my kid.”
“Your kid is with his mother or the sister. He’ll be fine.”
“The mother is a whore. I’m not leaving my kin with that bitch. I don’t even know what her sister is like. Bitch never talked about her. Fuck, I’ve got to go. One of my boys is calling me.” Devil hung up without saying another word.
The wakeup call he’d received that night had been a victim too late. If someone ever tried to do that to Tate, he’d castrate the bastard and then take his time killing him.
Running a hand over his face, Tiny felt dread for the first time in over twenty-five years. If Snitch was back then he needed to get his men prepared for the danger coming their way.
****
Several hours later Eva stood washing the dishes. Tiny had banned her from wearing any clothing. Walking around the house butt ass naked was not something she liked doing. Every now and then she caught sight of her body in the mirror. She’d never been one to be overly concerned about her shape. Her father, Ned, taught her at a young age to be proud of who she was, embrace her shape. Smiling, Eva recalled the conversations he tried to have as she was growing.
The first time she got her period would stay with her forever. She’d screamed the entire gym down. At twelve, she thought she was dying. Ned, along with five of his men, charged into the bathroom. The stall had been locked, and the conversation through the metal still made her cringe. The men had laughed at her but promised to be kind now she was a lady.
Shaking her head, Eva picked up a clean towel to dry all the dishes she’d used. None of the men working for her father hurt her either. They made her feel special, but she knew her shape was not for every man. She loved her food, and cooking came naturally to her.
Tiny was still locked away in his office. He joined her for their sandwiches and abandoned her when he finished. Switching off the light she headed upstairs to her room. She tugged each case off her bed, sliding them across the room to her wardrobe. Her time in Tate’s and Tiny’s lives was coming to an end. She felt it and knew there was no way she could change her mind.
Grabbing her phone, she dialed her father’s number.
“Hey, princess, how are you doing? Do you need me to pick you up now?” Ned Walker answered on the first ring. Her father had always been there for her. She felt a little guilty for getting up and leaving him without a word. “I’ll be on the first flight out.”
“No, Dad, you don’t need to come early. I just wanted to make sure you were coming out on Friday. I don’t want to be waiting around and you not be here to pick me up.”
“Have I ever let you down?” he asked.
Rolling her eyes, she shook her head and then realized he wasn’t in the same room. It was a good thing he wasn’t in the same room. If he saw her naked he’d kill Tiny on the spot.
“No, you’ve never let me down.”
“Then what is this about? Are you changing your mind?”
“No, it’s time for me to come home. Tate is grown up, and I’ve pissed you off enough.”
She sat on the end of the bed wishing she hadn’t called him. Ned always did see too much.
“It’s not a bad thing to be in love with a man, Eva.”
“I know.”
“Admittedly, I’d prefer you to be in love with a man your own age, but I guess there are worse men out there. He’s … erm … he’s not hurting you or anything, is he?”
“What? No, I mean Tiny will hurt anyone who tries to hurt me. He’s like you, Dad. Hard yet soft at the same time.” She chuckled at his annoyed sigh.
“I’m not soft with anyone else.”
The words sobered her up. She knew her father was no saint. He hurt anyone who stood in his path or threatened his family. Eva knew who was responsible for her mother’s death, but she wasn’t going to get into that. Someone else had told her the truth about her mother a long time ago.
“I know. I need to come away. Clear my head. Everything is always the same at the moment, and I need to know my own mind.”
“I’ll be there early. I’m catching a flight, but I can’t be away too long so don’t go changing your mind at the last moment. I’ve got a fight to get to on Saturday.”
“Okay, I’ll see you soon. Don’t forget to bring three gifts. There are three women expecting.”
“You’re all breeding like fucking rabbits. Fine, I’ll pick something up.”
She chuckled before hanging up the phone. She did love and miss her father. He’d stayed away when she asked him to, not wanting him near her when she was in pain. Ned Walker was a force to be reckoned with and would probably make Tiny look like a little teddy bear in comparison.
Leaving the bedroom she took a quick shower to wash away the day. She didn’t give a thought about Tiny. Usually when he was locked inside his office there was no chance of him leaving the room for a good few hours.
Eva closed her eyes letting the spray wash over her face and body. She held her neck recalling the feel of Tiny’s hands all over her body. His fingers were rough from hard work and made her skin feel so sensitive when he touched her. Every time his palms touched her she felt owned by him. She never knew touch could captivate her as much as his was able to. Her body never felt like her own. It was as if he’d programmed her to respond to him and him alone.
“Are you trying to wash me away?” Tiny asked, startling her.
Jerking at his sudden presence, she slipped on the cold tile and almost tumbled through the glass door. Tiny caught her around the waist bringing her up against his body. The easy way he held her startled her. His arms banded around her protecting her from harm.
“Be careful. I’m not in the mood to visit the hospital with you again. You’ve been there far too much.”
He released her and spun her around to face him.
“I only wanted a shower, and you should wear a fucking bell or something. Don’t you know not to creep up on someone, let alone a woman?”
Tiny shrugged. “I told you tonight was mine. I’ve already wasted an hour with work when I promised you my attention.” He gripped her hair, wrapping the length around his fist.
Tilting her head back, Eva had no choice but to follow his lead. He pulled on the length then turned her back to the spray.
“Have you ever been fucked in the shower?” he asked.
She kept her eyes closed to stop herself from getting water in them. “Yes,” she said.
He tensed behind her. “Who with?” He growled the question at her.
“Someone you will never know.”
“You’re lying.” Tiny turned her back to face him.
“No, I’m not lying. I wasn’t a virgin when you took me. I’ve had a lot of sex before I met you. I just don’t advertise what I’ve done.”
“You’ve not been fucked in the ass.”
Her cheeks warmed. “I know.”
“Who fucked you in the shower?” Tiny asked.
Was he jealous, or was she seeing things?
“I’m not telling you.” He wouldn’t let her go. Reaching behind her, she covered his hands with her own. “Let me go.”
“No, I want to know who touched you.”
“You’ve been married, Tiny. You’ve fucked enough women to last you a lifetime. I know. I’ve seen you in action.” Glaring up at him, Eva would not back down.
“I don’t like it.”
Tiny didn’t need to know she’d only been with one man before him. Her past would stay there.
“You’ll have to deal with it,” Eva said. “I’m not a virgin. I gave that up a long time ago.”
“Fine.” He let her hair go and pushed on her shoulders. She went down on her knees before him. “Tonight you’re still mine, and I’ll make sure you can’t remember the last time you were in the shower with him.”
She watched him fist his cock before ordering her to open her lips. Eva took him into her mouth and showed him how hot it could be to fuck in the shower.
****
Kelsey stared at the big man sat in her fron
t room. Killer kept coming back, and she didn’t know how she was supposed to keep him away. He scared her. The whole of The Skulls scared her. When he told her everything that happened between Nash and Sophia she’d been terrified. Being with Killer meant risking a lot of pain.
Angel had lost a baby because of the pain of their enemies. The last time she visited the club she overheard some of the men talking about Killer. His name was apt for what he could do.
She tensed as he stood up from his seat and started looking through her books. His hands were large.
“The Lions thought it was funny to watch him kill whoever they told him to.”
“I heard he could snap a neck like Lash with his bare hands.”
Biting her lip, she turned away to gather her wits about her. He’d stayed with her, and she’d slept in his room at The Skulls’ compound. They hadn’t gotten naked or had sex, but those hands that had taken a life had also given her pleasure. A lot of pleasure. Her cheeks heated recalling the feel of his fingers stroking between her thighs.
“What’s going on, Kels?” Killer asked.
She jumped. Her hand went to her chest to feel her thumping heart. “You scared me!”
“Sorry, you’ve been avoiding me. What’s going on? You’re acting like I’m going to hurt you.”
His arms were folded over his chest.
Great work, Kelsey. He’s defensive.
“Nothing is the matter.” She poured out the hot water into their cups to make them both a cup of tea. Kelsey preferred tea to coffee. Tate hated the scent of coffee. She loved her friend and wouldn’t dream of hurting her.
She noticed her hand was shaking. Putting the kettle down, she tensed as he grabbed her hand. He moved so quickly around her kitchen. “You’re shaking.”
“Sorry,” she said.
He frowned. “There was a time you melted against me, Kels. You look petrified.”
“I’m tired.”
Slowly, he turned her around and pushed her up against the fridge.
“Really?” Killer leaned down. His hands went around her neck, his thumbs pushing her chin up.
Her heart raced.
“The Lions thought it was funny to watch him kill whoever they told him to.”