by Sam Crescent
“What do you want, baby?” he asked.
She reached out, tracing the outline of his cock. “I want to see you.”
Quick movements had him naked, and the length of him stood proud. He was swollen and red. The tip glinted in the light. His pre-cum already soaked the tip.
“This is what you do to me,” he said, grabbing his shaft. She watched him draw back the foreskin as he worked his length.
He was so large. She’d not been with any other man other than Alex. The ink decorated Butch’s skin, and she didn’t know what to do or say. Butch took over. He took hold of her hand and slid it around his length.
“Hold me like this.” He tightened her grip around his length to suit his need. “I want to know that you want this as much as I do.”
She looked down at his large cock. Her hand wasn’t small or delicate. Following his directions, she worked from the root to the tip then back down again. He growled, thrusting his hips as she worked his cock.
“This is so fucking perfect,” he said. He shoved her nightgown off even as she touched his cock. “I want to see you naked.”
He tore the gown from her body leaving her naked. “That’s it, baby.”
His gaze left hers and started to look down the length of her body. “Do you know how hot you’re making me?”
She felt his cock pulse in her hand.
“Yes, I know. I can feel what I’m doing to you.”
“Yeah, I want inside your body, baby. I can’t wait to hear you begging for my cock.” He leaned down, kissing her lips. She released his shaft to sink her fingers into his hair.
“Baby, you’re driving me crazy.” He pulled away, placing her hand back around his cock.
His hand caressed down her body, touching her nipples then dipped down to her stomach. Butch was driving her crazy with need. “Please, I want you. I need you.”
“I’m going to give you everything you need.”
“Yes, please, fuck me. I need you.”
He shook his head. “I’m not fucking you yet. That will come in time.”
She growled in frustration at the budding need within her.
Butch cupped her between her thighs. “Fuck, baby, you’re soaking wet. You want to come on my fingers?”
She nodded, touching his cock. He groaned, thrusting into her hand.
Fingers slid through her sex, touching her clit.
He glided down to thrust two fingers inside her core. His thumb pressed to her clit, rubbing. She was so wet it was easy for him to move his fingers within her. The jewel of pre-cum glinting in the light called to her. She wanted to taste him and give him as much pleasure as he was giving her. Leaning forward, she opened her lips and sucked him inside. Butch cursed, and the digits inside her stilled.
“Holy shit.” The curse echoed around the room.
Sucking on his cock, she swallowed down every drop of his pre-cum as he worked her pussy. Sensation and pleasure mingled together making it hard for her to focus on anything else.
Butch played with her pussy, thrusting fingers inside her then sliding his thumb over her clit.
The smallest touch set her off. She came apart as Butch exploded inside her mouth. She swallowed down his cum through the erotic haze blurring her vision.
Releasing his cock, she watched him licking his fingers of her juices.
“Cheryl, baby, you’re so fucking perfect.”
She smiled, and then the next sound kept her frozen. Matthew was opening his bedroom door. Diving for her robe, she hated the fact she couldn’t bask in what they did. “I’ll, erm, I’ll go and do his breakfast.”
Butch was smiling. “We’re going to have to time this better.”
She chuckled, leaving the room.
****
The following Monday Butch had no choice but to get back to work. He stayed in the back, happy to no longer be dealing with customers. After what happened at the fair he’d heard plenty of people whispering about what was going on. He was waiting for Alex to show his face. The moment he saw Alex, he was going to hurt the bastard. There was no way he was letting Alex near Cheryl unless he was sure that no harm would come to either his woman or Matthew. Butch knew he needed to get out of the habit of seeing Matthew as his own.
Since he made his presence and relationship known with Cheryl, she’d become tense around him. Sunday morning, touching each other had helped to fix a few problems, but it hadn’t stopped the occasional tension he felt.
He and Cheryl were making progress. There was no way he’d let Alex destroy his future with Cheryl. He finished washing the dishes that came in from the front of the café. Cleaning away the trash he took his time around the back to clean up the mess. He put all the leftover bags into the trashcan ready to be taken away.
“I never thought I’d see this with my own eyes.”
Butch didn’t recognize the male voice. Turning he saw a smartly dressed man staring back at him. There were three bodyguards close to him. The suit and general privileged attitude that came from him gave him away.
“I take it you’re Gonzalez?” Butch asked.
It had to be Gonzalez. There was no other reason for a man in a business suit to be looking for him.
He wiped his hands down his jeans facing the man he once recalled meeting as a boy.
“You’re supposed to be dead,” Gonzalez said.
“I survived. You should have gotten your dad to finish off the job all those years ago. Maybe he was too much of a pussy to do the job right.”
“My father was weak. He thought he was tough, but he couldn’t kill a kid. Strange, really, he could kill women and whores but not kids.” Gonzalez looked amused.
“What do you want?” Butch asked.
“Can’t two old enemies chat?”
“We’re not enemies. We’re not even friends. I don’t know shit that went down all those years ago, and I don’t care to.” He folded his arms, not caring how much he stank from going through the trash. Butch took a step closer to his past enemy.
“Becca Stanford helped you, didn’t she? She made sure you were hidden and kept safe.”
The mention of the doctor who’d helped him made Butch pause. He’d not been in touch with Becca for some time. Was she still alive?
“I like to make things happen. You’re a mistake from the past. One I’m not sure how to rectify.”
“You’re threatening to kill me?” Butch asked, finding it all amusing.
“I’m not sure yet.”
He started laughing. “No offence, I’ve had a lot more people threatening me who scare the shit out of me. You’re a man in an expensive suit. You don’t scare me.”
“You don’t think I’m scary?”
Butch shook his head.
“I killed Jerry.”
“Still doesn’t scare me. A fucking kid can kill anyone if they’re handed a gun.”
Gonzalez laughed. “I’m not intending to scare you. You’ll know when I am.”
Folding his arms, Butch took a step closer. “What do you want?”
The silence lengthened between them. Butch wasn’t going to talk. He had nothing to say to this man.
“I find it interesting that you’ve left The Skulls. The club is sought after. You worked your ass off to get there.”
“You think facts about my life are going to scare me. I know how to get facts without working your ass off for them. My life is there on the ‘net for everyone to know.” Butch stared at him, waiting. The Skulls were easy to find as they were a club. It didn’t take a lot of hard work to find them. They’d made the local news a couple of times.
“What about your recent woman?” Gonzalez asked.
Butch grabbed the man’s jacket and threw him up against the wall. “What is your fucking game?” He snarled the words in his face.
“I’ve got no game at the moment.”
The bodyguards drew their weapons and aimed them at his head. Butch would give anything to end this fucker, but he didn’t have any gu
n or weapon on him to take the bastard out. Gonzalez was a sick little shit as he was smiling.
“I suggest you make a choice, Butch. Kill me, or live to see your woman and her bastard son.”
“Do you think I give a fuck what you’ve got to say? You’re a criminal who gets off on control. I don’t give a shit what you’ve got to say to me. You will stay the fuck away from my woman and her kid, do you hear me?”
“Leave him alone,” one of the guards said, moving closer.
Gonzalez grabbed his hands trying to let him go. Butch was stronger. He kept the man in place, ready to hurt the bastard at the first opportunity. Trying to ignore the gun pointed at his head, he focused on Gonzalez. He wasn’t going to kill him.
“You want to fuck with me and the club, then you’ve got another think coming. Stay the fuck away from The Skulls and get out of Fort Wills. You take us on, and I swear to you, you’ll be a dead man.” He threw Gonzalez to the ground.
“You’ve just made a big mistake.” The man with the gun spoke up, glaring at him. Butch was surprised he hadn’t been shot by now.
Landing his foot on Gonzalez’s thigh, Butch put all his strength behind him. He was once the muscle to The Skulls. Any threat, he and Lash took care of it. It was time for some people to realize who they were messing with.
“Get the fuck out of this town or the next time you and your men will all be dead.”
Turning his back, Butch entered the café. He told the manager he was leaving for the day and he’d make up his time on another day. Butch climbed on his bike and was gunning for the compound. His heart was racing, but he didn’t have the time to think about what was going on. Why didn’t the bodyguards shoot him? Gonzalez must have told them not to. It was the only explanation for what he did and got away with it.
Putting the bike into park, he climbed off and entered the club. Tiny and Eva were talking while looking over a list in front of them. Sandy and Stink were cleaning. The Chaos Bleeds crew was dotted around the main room. He saw the mixture of two clubs, knowing in his heart that Gonzalez was going to hurt them all. There was no getting out for any of them.
“I need to speak to Whizz,” Butch said.
“What the fuck is going on?” Tiny asked.
“I just had a special visit from our resident enemy.”
“He’s in Fort Wills?” Devil asked.
“Yeah, he’s here. Why are you not back home?” Butch asked.
“Club rules,” Alex said, coming out of another office.
Butch couldn’t contain his anger. Grabbing the nearest chair, he launched it at the older man. Alex ducked, missing the flying chair.
“What the fuck?” Alex asked, glaring.
“You and me, we’re not good. We’re never going to be good.” He turned back to Tiny. “I upset Gonzalez. I don’t expect he’ll have much patience with the rest of you. I’m sorry. I really don’t know what’s going on here.”
“Tiny, this is club business. This fucker doesn’t deserve to be part of it.” Alex spoke up.
Fisting his hands, it took every ounce of control from Butch not to hurt the other man.
“I need Whizz to find an old contact from my past. The bastard mentioned her. I need to know she’s okay.” Butch wasn’t going to beg. “I can pay him to find her, if you don’t want me to ask Whizz for a favor.”
“He’s not club,” Alex said again.
“Alex, shut up.” This came from Eva.
At least some people had his back. He nodded at Eva before turning back to Tiny.
“Fine, talk to Whizz, but you will owe us for this. This is our last favor for you. You’re not part of the club, and I can’t go wasting resources for a non-club member,” Tiny said. “Devil and his crew need our help a lot more than you do.”
Nodding, he made to pass the other man. Butch didn’t mind owing a favor to the club.
“Get your inked blacked out soon, or the boys will take care of it. You’re not part of the club, you don’t get the ink of respect either.” Tiny grabbed Eva’s wrist and pulled her away from the club.
Whizz rounded the corner, looking confused. “Follow me.”
Butch left the rest of the room. He was hurting. Getting the ink removed was going to be the last part of his connection to these guys. The Skulls had been in his blood for such a long time. They were his family, or the closest he had to a family.
The room he entered was dark with six computers, three laptops, and multiple tablet devices around the room.
“Fuck me, Whizz, you’re a geek,” Butch took a seat as Whizz started clicking away at all the keyboards.
“Someone needs to keep an eye on our assets. Tiny makes sure I work the markets as well. It gives me shit to do.” Whizz didn’t take his eyes off the screen as he typed.
“How have you been?” Butch asked. A year ago Whizz had been taken by a maniac who’d tortured and raped him. Whizz had never been the same again since it happened. There was a time when Whizz was the carefree, gentle one of the group. Faced with an enemy he was vicious, but to everyone close, he was gentle.
“You don’t get the right to ask me that,” Whizz said.
“Hey, man, we’re still friends.” He made to touch Whizz, but the other man jerked away.
“No, we’re not friends. Friends stay part of the club. They don’t abandon their family for a woman.” Whizz finally turned to look at him.
“I love Cheryl.”
Whizz laughed. “You don’t think Lash thinks the same or Zero? What about Nash with his woman or Tiny? They’ve all lost something at some time. You think you’ll be any different?”
“She’s got a kid.” His argument was lame.
“And so have the others. Fuck, her kid is a Skull. For all of your arguing, you don’t know shit.”
Butch didn’t want to argue. “I’m sorry I brought it up.”
“Don’t be. You’ve made your case perfectly plain. You’re a cowardly fuck, and this club doesn’t have space for you. We’ve got shit moving, and we need men, not people like you.”
The blow was meant to hurt, and it did the job. Within moments, Butch felt like the worst kind of friend in the world, which he was. He couldn’t escape what he’d done. Join back up, stop being an ass and do it. Instead of listening to his thoughts, he gritted his teeth and kept his mouth shut. There wasn’t a place for him in the club, not with his behavior at the moment. Part of him wanted to get stuck in and come back to the club. He knew deep in his heart he could do so much more with his life with The Skulls. Then another part was afraid. No woman made him feel like Cheryl. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin any chance of being with her. He loved her, and he didn’t need the sex to prove his feelings.
They were good together. Choosing between the two was the hardest decision he’d ever had to make.
She didn’t force you to make a choice.
No, none of the choices he made were because of Cheryl. She didn’t force him to do anything other than be himself.
Chapter Eight
Frederick took a bite out of the strawberry, loving the lush taste of the fruit. His man Ronald was waiting for further instructions. Butch had hurt him but not injured him. He was pissed off, horny, and in need of getting back. Before approaching Butch he’d ordered his men not to shoot no matter what happened. They’d drawn their weapons, threatening, but didn’t kill Butch.
“We’ve got friends all over the world who’ll help us out.”
“Yeah, boss. Do you want us to put a call through and get Gash put back inside? He’s due out in a number of days.”
He shook his head. “Nah, Gash has been in prison so long he doesn’t care if he comes out or not. If he’s out, he’ll go after the bitch who put him inside.” Picking up another berry, Frederick stared over at Ashley. She was tied to a chair waiting punishment. There was blood pooling from her wrists. Turning his head to the side, he nodded toward Homer to tighten the restraints.
She cried out. Tears filled her eyes, but not
once did she shout for mercy. It was going to be hard for her to do that with her mouth shut. Watching the woman get tortured was turning him on. His men were happy to hurt women, providing he paid them enough.
“What are you thinking, boss?” Ronald asked, pulling him away from the satisfaction of Ashley’s pain.
“I think it’s time to make life hard for The Skulls. They’ve been living the good life. The cops stay off their backs, and they’re free to do whatever the fuck they like.”
Ronald smiled. “You want me to call in a few favors?”
“Yeah, let’s see how their loyalty fares when they’ve got so much more to lose.” Sipping down his brandy, Frederick found great pleasure as Homer pulled Ashley’s hair, tearing it out of her scalp. “Then we’re going to start hurting Devil and his crew. It’s time they learned not to fuck with the boss.”
****
Cheryl finished the display of roses as Eva walked in. She knew who the other woman was the moment she entered the shop. It was hard to miss the voluptuous beauty. Eva always had a smile on her face, or at least when Cheryl saw her, she did.
“Hey, honey, I thought I’d stop by and introduce myself,” Eva said.
The shop was completely bare of other customers. Matthew was spending the day with her mother while she worked. “Erm, hi.”
Eva chuckled. “There’s no need to be scared. We know all about what Butch is doing, and I’m here to show my support.”
“Butch left the club,” Cheryl said.
“Yeah, well, we all make mistakes. I’ve got Tate, Sophia, Prue, and Sandy waiting for us at the spa. I was thinking we could go and have some fun. You know, girl talk and shit.”
Licking her lips, Cheryl didn’t know what to say. She’d never been the kind of person to make friends easily. Her mother once told her she didn’t need others to fit in.
Pushing the thoughts away, she tucked some hair behind her ear.
“I can’t. I’ve got to work.” She gestured around at the empty shop.