Marked Skulls MC Series: Books 1-5

by Rylan, Savannah

  I looked up at him. Abe’s face was darkened and stormy as he watched me. With my hair still in his hand, he yanked my head back towards him again.

  “You can’t stop now,” he roared and I opened my mouth again. It was thrilling to see the kind of power I had over him now. The beast had turned tame, he was weak in my hands.

  * * *

  Abe held me by my hair, keeping me in position in front of him while I slid his cock deep in and out of my mouth. I could hear him groaning, his body was shaking and I knew he was on the edge of coming.

  He roared like a wild animal as he came, clutching the top of my head with both his hands while he thrust his hips. I was out of breath, his cock filled my mouth and I had never felt so powerful before. He jerked and writhed, thrusting into my mouth till he finally came.

  He pulled out and a storm unleashed from his cock. His cum shot at me and I presented my face to him. I could feel the warm sticky seed dribble down my forehead, cover my eyelids and drop down my nose. He was still groaning, stroking himself while he emptied himself on my face.

  It was only when his grunts subsided that I blinked and opened my eyes. Abe sprinted across the room, bringing over a box of tissues which he started pulling out.

  Without me asking, he started rubbing the tissues over my face. I remained seated on the edge of his bed, kneeling, while he wiped my face clean of his cum.

  “Good as new,” he said with a smile, as he balled up the used tissues and threw them to the floor. I couldn’t help but smile at him. I couldn’t get that image out of my head, of having his cock in my mouth, his balls in my hand.

  I moved, swinging my legs off the bed but he grabbed my knees.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, in a deep guttural voice.

  He pulled my jeans down with a flourish, throwing them to the floor and then my panties came off too.

  With his hands on my knees again, he pushed my legs aside.

  “We’re not done till you are done,” he said huskily and knelt down on the floor, bringing his face close to my wet throbbing pussy.

  I gasped, throwing my hands on either side as I felt his hot breath on my pussy. He nibbled at my panties, tugging it aside with his teeth and I felt his tongue flick my swollen clit.

  I cried out with pleasure. No man had treated me like this. No man had cared about my orgasm after he already had his…but then, Abe wasn’t just any man.

  He reached for my breasts with one hand, squeezing them, rubbing my erect aching nipples through my tight t-shirt. His other hand was making its way to my pussy, sliding into the folds.

  I arched my hips up, feeling like I was going to explode. He thrust his forefinger into my pussy, while his mouth remained on my clit. I closed my eyes, giving in to the explosion of feelings in my belly.

  Abe’s finger slid in and out of my pussy, his tongue lapped at my swollen sticky clit.

  His mouth was like a treasure trove of pleasure, and he knew just how to use it. He lapped up my juices, licking and teasing my clit. His finger started pounding my pussy and I knew I was going to come.

  I screamed his name, bunching up the sheets and wrapping it all over my torso as I writhed with pleasure. I was on the edge, I was falling over and then I was coming.

  Abe kept licking, his finger kept thrusting in and out of my tight dripping pussy and I exploded in his mouth, just like he had in mine just minutes ago.

  My orgasm washed over me, blinding me and I opened my eyes wide while I came. I stared at the ceiling, concentrating on what he was doing to me, with his mouth and his finger and his other hand pinching my nipple tight.

  When I was done, my body seemed to collapse and sink into the bed. I felt exhausted, like I could have curled up in a ball and fallen asleep right there.

  Abe slipped his finger out of my pussy and started standing up. I looked at him, while he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

  “Did you have sex with her right before I got here?” I asked him.

  I didn’t know what was making me ask him that question. He had kicked her out of his house for me. He’d told me there was nothing serious going on between them…after all, this thing with Abe was just about sex, right? I didn’t even like him, did I?

  “I haven’t fucked another woman since I first fucked you, Alexis,” he said, and bent down to pull up his jeans again.

  I straightened myself up on the bed, as Abe turned from me. He had walked over to the closet and was picking out a t-shirt to wear. I had noticed the sudden change in him right now. I could sense that I had taken it too far. I shouldn’t have kept pushing him about Vanity, I shouldn’t have shown him that I cared about what was going on between them.

  I watched as he slipped a t-shirt on and then picked up his leather jacket off the back of a chair. It was like he was giving me a subtle hint that it was time for me to leave.

  I got out of bed and started putting on my jeans in silence.

  “I should go. I need to get back to work anyway,” I said.

  Abe nodded his head like it was a good idea. My throat had gone dry. What did this mean? Was he shutting me out?

  “Alexis, I meant it when I said that I’m not going to let anything happen to you or Oz,” he said, as I walked to the bedroom door. I hadn’t even checked to see if my hair was okay, I was sure I looked like a complete mess.

  “Sure,” I told him at the door and walked out.

  17

  Abe

  I met up with Oz again the next day. Today we drove out to a stretch of badlands where we could practice his shooting, and Oz was as excited as ever. He was a fast learner with a steady eye and a good aim, and the more time I spent with the kid, the more convinced I was that I had made a good decision regarding him.

  I sat on the dusty ground, a few feet away from him, keeping an eye on his form while he practiced some target shooting. We’d brought several six packs along to share between us, and I had one can open in my hand and a cigarette in the other.

  My mind was drifting; even though I tried to remain focused on Oz’ shooting. I was thinking about Alexis and what had happened between us the previous day. The sex was great, it was better than great…it was like every time I took her, I wanted more. Her body fit into mine, it was perfect; like she was made for me.

  But then she had so many questions about Vanity.

  Vanity meant nothing to me. I didn’t bat an eyelid when I kicked her out of my house. Alexis, even though I barely knew her, was the more important person. I was strangely excited to find that she had found my house and turned up.

  Even though she had given me bad news about the Dark Legion, and even though it had made me mad to know that they had turned up threatening her—it didn’t stop me from having a raging boner in my pants.

  The sex was inevitable. If I was alone with Alexis, I had a hungry need to have her and there was nothing that either of us could do about it.

  But it was after the sex, that things had taken an awkward turn. She wanted to know if I’d slept with Vanity. I’d told her the truth; that I hadn’t fucked any other woman since I’d met her. In reality, I’d thought of very little else since I met her…but that realization hit me hard.

  What the fuck was I doing here? Why was I turning into a one-woman man even without knowing it? Did she think this was turning into something else? Did she have more expectations from me than I could fulfill?

  I watched now as Oz turned and walked back towards me and sat down on the ground, reaching for a can.

  “How’s it looking?” he asked and I nodded my head.

  “You’re getting there,” I told him.

  Oz was enthusiastic and eager to learn, and I was glad to have him as part of the team for the test shipment. However, I was quite sure that Alexis hadn’t told him about her encounter with the Dark Legion.

  I decided that it would be a good idea to keep that detail to myself for now. I didn’t want to discourage Oz from joining the MC just because of a few thr
eats from the Dark Legion. We could handle them. They couldn’t stop us from growing. My ambition for turning the Marked Skulls into an MC that was strong and powerful was running high and I was ready to risk anything to achieve that. Even if it meant putting everyone’s lives at risk.

  The only thing I needed to do was make sure that Alexis was safe. I wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

  “You talking to your sister?” I asked, looking ahead at the dust swirling up in the light breeze ahead. Oz cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably.

  “Not really,” he replied.

  “Why? You’re talking to me,” I said and he shook his head.

  “You’re not family, and you’re not the one who is trying to keep me out of the MC. I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that she slept with you, when she wants me to stay away from you,” he said and when I looked at him, he was gritting his teeth.

  I took in a deep breath and picked up a pebble and aimed at the target bottles in the distance. The pebble landed nowhere close to them.

  “Yeah, well, I get the feeling that she kinda wants the best for you. You should probably talk to her, make her understand,” I said and Oz looked at me and rolled his eyes.

  “Have you been able to make her understand?” he asked.

  “I haven’t tried hard enough. I’m not her baby brother,” I replied.

  Oz and I sat in silence for a few moments, he was thinking. He took a large swig of his beer before he spoke again.

  “I know I shouldn’t really be asking you this, because you’re like my mentor and all,” he began and I looked at him with my brows crossed.

  “What are your intentions with my sister? Like, are you guys still seeing each other? Are things getting serious?” he asked and I clenched my jaws and looked away.

  What was with all these fucking questions? First Alexis, and now Oz!

  “Not really, things are not getting serious I mean. I’ve seen her a few times in the last couple of days, but it’s casual. Neither of us are really looking for anything serious. I’m pretty sure she still hates me,” I said, forcing myself to grin.

  Oz nodded his head and then shrugged his shoulders.

  “It’s just that, you know, she tries to be this brave strong adult but I know on the inside, she’s suffering,” he said. I whipped my head around to look at him again.

  “Suffering from what?” I asked and Oz squinted his eyes against the breeze.

  “A string of bad relationships. She seems to have pretty bad taste in men, no offense,” he said and I gulped, before taking a drag of the cigarette.

  “She’s been dumped?” I asked and Oz sighed.

  “Yeah, and not just that. I mean, these guys that she usually goes for all cheating violent assholes. All her relationships have started off with her being crazy in love with some guy who ends up treating her like shit. She’s been single for the last year, she told me she’d washed her hands of men,” Oz continued.

  The more I heard, the more guilty I felt about what was going on between Alexis and me. I didn’t mean to turn into another name on that list of men who had treated her badly.

  “I have no intention of treating her like shit. I would never be violent to a woman,” I said and Oz nodded his head.

  “Yeah, I see that. It’s just that after all the men she’s been with, I think Alexis needs a change. Like she needs to find happiness and security with a guy. I think if she was happy in her own personal life, she wouldn’t be so obsessed with mine,” he said and chuckled weakly.

  I knew he was right. I didn’t have to be violent to treat her like shit, what I was doing now was bad enough. She needed someone she could rely on, someone who would come home to her every night, who would be there to hold her when she needed to be held. And I wasn’t that guy.

  “I guess what I’m saying, man, is that I don’t want to see my sister hurt again,” he continued and this time we looked at each other. Oz seemed to be sad too, for his sister. Despite how hard he tried to rebel against her; it was pretty obvious that they were close. They had each other and I was coming between them.

  “Yeah, I hear ya. I don’t want to hurt anybody either. Thanks for letting me in on the situation,” I said.

  “No problem,” Oz added and he stood up, lightly thumping my back before he walked back to his post so he could shoot the targets again.

  I watched him, smoking the last bits of the cigarette in my hand. I was royally messing this up. I was putting my own animal need to have Alexis before her feelings. I was exactly the kind of guy she didn’t need in her life, because I was bad news.

  The attraction between us would fade away if we stopped seeing each other, right? I knew I needed to break things off with her, before she grew even more attached, before I stopped meeting the expectations she had of me.

  I should have stuck to fucking strippers and groupies; I shouldn’t have gotten myself involved with a smart emotional girl; no matter how crazily I wanted her. I needed to stop being selfish and start acting like an adult.

  It was about time that I realized I couldn’t have every candy in the store.

  18

  Alexis

  I had the afternoon off from work again, and instead of meeting up with my friend, Courtney, for lunch like we’d decided to…I made up an excuse about feeling sick and stayed home. I didn’t want to have to sit through a meal with Courtney talking about her fabulous new husband and how much in love they were. I was happy for Courtney, I was glad that she’d found love in this neighborhood of ours but it would make me sad today.

  It would make me sad thinking about Abe and what we couldn’t have.

  I stayed in the apartment instead, cleaning and dusting and washing the dishes to keep myself occupied. Oz wasn’t home, as expected, and I realized that these days, I was worrying about him less.

  I couldn’t help wondering if that had anything to do with the presence of Abe in our lives. Now that I had met Abe, and I had been with him and experienced that feeling of safety and security around him—I felt like Oz might be in good hands too.

  I should have been afraid of those three men who had visited me at the supermarket the previous day. I should have been shouting and screaming and trying to keep Oz in the apartment and away from the Marked Skulls. I should have been putting up a fight. Instead, I was feeling strangely calm about the situation, like I trusted Abe to handle it.

  I hadn’t seen much of Oz lately. He came home late and woke up early and we barely spoke, but I hadn’t felt the need to burden him with the threats I’d received from the Dark Legion. Whatever Abe was doing, whatever plan he had…I trusted him to keep my brother and me safe.

  Why did I trust him? I didn’t know the answer to that question. There was just a feeling I got from him, from being around him—like he knew what he was doing. He was a strong and powerful man, and he would be able to deal with the Dark Legion.

  Slowly, I was beginning to come to the conclusion that there was nothing I could do to keep Oz away from the MC. All I had done in these past few days was push him even farther away from me. He was a grown adult with a mind of his own, and all I could do at this point; was warn him. Besides that, he was his own decision maker.

  My mind was changing, I could feel it…the more I spent time with Abe. Maybe that was his plan all along. Maybe he had seduced me, knowing that once I had fallen for him, he would be able to change my mind about Oz’ future.

  Whether or not that was his plan, Abe had been successful at it. If Oz was going to choose this life, then I wanted it to be the Marked Skulls. There was nobody else I would rather have as his mentor in this profession, than Abe. He would be safe in Abe’s hands, that much I could sense already.

  My phone buzzed, while my hands were covered in rubber gloves for the washing up. I wiped them dry and picked up my phone to see a message from Courtney. She’d sent me a text and a picture, of the lunch she was having with her husband. She told me she missed having me there, but her husband was
keeping her company instead.

  I smiled at the thought that she had someone with her. A good man who stayed out of trouble and had time to dedicate to her. Instead of me, who was all alone in the apartment, cleaning up after my brother on my afternoon off from my job—because I had nowhere else to be, because I didn’t have a man who would keep me company over lunch.

  I wondered what Abe was doing right now. Was he at the bar with Vanity on his lap? Was he at the strip club, watching her take her clothes off? Was he at his home alone too? Eating lunch by himself and grateful that he didn’t have a pesky woman with him, asking him a million uncomfortable questions.

  I sat down at the kitchen table, covering my face with my hands.

  I felt exhausted, just mentally…from all these constant raging thoughts about my life, about Oz and about where this was going with Abe.

  The truth was that I knew it wasn’t going anywhere. I had seen it in his eyes the previous day when I asked him about Vanity after sex. He couldn’t have gotten dressed fast enough. He made it very clear to me that he wanted me to leave his house. Sex was done, so we were done. That was our little unspoken arrangement.

  I needed to stop. I needed to force myself to resist him, the next time I was alone with him. If I didn’t…I’d make myself crazy. I would end up finding myself in the same situation again, like with every other guy I had been with.

  Maybe I could go on a date with Joshua? Maybe I should give him a shot. There was no spark between us, there was no chemistry…but at least, Joshua, like Courtney’s husband, would be here with me now, sharing a meal and talking.

  I needed to talk to Abe. I decided that I had to tell him that I was okay with Oz joining the MC, that I wouldn’t be putting up a resistance anymore. I also wanted to meet him and resist him, for once, not have sex with him the moment we were alone.