by Jaci J.
Always up for a challenge, I make a grab for those hips. “Bring your ass over here,” I warn that little trouble maker. Shaking her head she smiles sweetly again. Fuck she is killing me. She keeps looking at me like that I'm going to explode.
“Lil, now!” Backing up again, she's cornered into the railing of the deck, perfect spot. She's not going anywhere. Two long strides and I'm on her. Being with her, it's like some sick ass addiction, always needing to touch her. She’s just so fuckin’ beautiful standing here staring at me with her long hair blowing, biting on that lip, big innocent eyes. That damn thermal open, small white bikini giving me a good eye full. Fuck me, she's a dream. With her back against the railing, I've got her, that is until Cali yells up to her.
Jesus Christ, why are these bitches interrupting us.
Turning around, she looks over the rail and presses her ass into me. They proceed to have their little chat while my hands are full of that big juicy ass. Feeling that smooth skin, I find the ties to that small ass bikini bottom. Perfect. Her back to my front and then I can feel her tense when she realizes what I'm doing.
“What the hell are you doin'?” she whispers over her shoulder.
I can still hear a few of the girls down there talking. Wish they'd get lost, but I can work around it. The bottoms fall away pooling around her ankles. Fuck my dick is so fucking hard.
Reaching around I find that pussy wet and ready for me. Slipping a finger inside of her she shutters against me. Fucking hell. She’s so warm and wet, sucking my finger in. Fuck I want my dick in her.
“Tank we can't. People might see or hear.” I could give a fuck. I fuck my girl wherever and whenever. People be damned. If they can’t leave us alone, then they are gonna get one hell of a show. I damn well know that no one is going to see though.
“Then you better be quiet and still baby,” I whisper in her ear. Her body goes soft for me. Pressing up against me, a little moan escapes those lips. Wrapping that long hair around one hand pulling her head back for me, my other hand goes to my pants to let my dick free, then I move it to her hip, holding her still. She raises that ass up, sticking it out for me, ready to take me. Shit I love that ass. Fist full of hair, bent over the railing she looks fucking beautiful. One swift hit and I'm buried balls deep. Warm, wet and tight as hell. Fucking perfect.
I’ve spent a good twenty minutes in my girl until she was begging me to let her cum. I get some sick thrill in making her beg. I was fucking her so hard I had to carry her to bed.
My ass gets woken up with my phone ringing, and I contemplate tossing it through the window
“Yeah?” I answer. Duty calls.
“Got a hit on Tick,” Arms mumbles into the line. Shit.
“Be down in five.” Setting my phone down I look at my girl in bed. Naked on her stomach, blanket only covering her ass and I have to fight myself not to crawl in there with her. Jesus, I could fuck her again, like always.
“Got shit to handle,” I tell her. Nodding she smirks and rolls over onto her back. There’s my little ass trouble maker right there, sitting up so I get the full view. Sneaky little thing.
“You sure?” she purrs at me cocking a brow at me. Why does she have to make this hard on me? She knows there's nothing more I'd like to do then crawl in there with her.
“Baby you tryin' to make this hard on me, yeah?”
Laughing, she makes a grab for the tee I was about to throw on. Snatching it up, she gets it ‘cause she's fast. Slipping it over her head she crawls off of the bed and the shirt falls just over her ass as she stands up. Hair a mess of just been fucked loose curls, smiling at me like I'm the best thing she's ever seen.
“Yeah yeah,” she grumbles with a laugh waving me off. “See ya in a bit.”
Brushing past me she rolls those eyes and sashays that ass right on by without a second look. I don't fucking think so. Grabbing her up I pull her to me. I'm getting a little love before I go, even if I have to steal it. Wrapping her arms around me she buries her face in my chest and that calm hits me. Everything just feels right.
“I'll make it fast,” I assure her. Nodding her head she hugs me tightly.
“Yeah baby,” she whispers softly. Kissing her head I leave her to go to the bathroom.
Slipping on my jeans, sweatshirt, cut, and boots, I make my way back into the room. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Lil's messing with my shirt. Great. Not only did she knot the shit out of the back of my tee, making it tiny as hell, she slipped on tiny cloth shorts too.
“Come on.” Grabbing her up and throwing her over my shoulder, we head down stairs. I don't have time to argue with her lack of clothing or the fact she screwed with my shirt. She does it with all of them that she wears anyways. Why start bitching about it now? I'd say it bothers me, but that would be a lie. I love seeing her in my shit.
Standing down stairs is Happy, Stitch, Arms, Leo, Sargent, Rampage, and a Prospect, all waiting on me and not looking thrilled about it.
“Got a hit,” Arms grumbles. Yeah, got that already.
Setting Lil on her feet, she looks up at me and smiles that innocent smile.
“Be back in a while. Stay here.” She nods and plops down ungracefully on the couch. Feet propped up on the arm, head leaning on Gin's shoulder. Even ungraceful, she's beautiful. It kills me to leave her, but shit needs to be handled.
“Low know the deal?” I ask Arms.
Nodding he grumbles, “Wants you to handle it.” Figures. We're doing something fun and he's too damn lazy, so he sends me.
“Rampage, Gin, and Prospect, stay here with Lil and the girls.”
Nodding his head, Rampage plops himself in a chair across from Lil with the remote immediately in hand. Gin doesn't move a muscle and the Prospect hangs back. Then it begins, Rampage and Lil go at it over what who is gonna watch what channel, like a couple kids.
Kissing her head I leave her to it. These assholes will take care of her.
“Please be careful baby,” she whispers quietly before I step away from her. That shit hits me right in the heart, as always.
“Always, sweets.”
What a fuckin’ waste of five hours away from my girl. Shit didn't come from the hit on Tick. Got a line that Tick was bringing in his haul of new pussy and where we could find him, so we went. Found his haul and a few of his guys, but no motherfucking Tick. Shit it eating away at me knowing he's out there gunning for my girl and my club. I'll die before he gets what's mine.
We took out a few of his crew as a small consolation prize for wasting our fuckin’ time. Slowly but surely, I'll obliterate his crew. One by one, I'll pick every fuckin’ one of them off if I have too, dwindling them down. It'll make it easier to get to him, because he'll have to start doing his own dirty work.
The consolation prize was enough for the guys , for now. They needed something. Me? Not so much. My prize will be blowing Ticks brains all over the place. His time is coming and I'll be ready and waiting.
Pulling back up to the cabins, I can see the party has died down. People are scattered around in their bed rolls, lights off in the cabins, and a few trailers sit silent and black.
Walking into the cabin followed by Happy, I find everyone in the living room. The TV’s on and two bitches are going at it on the screen, legs spread wide, pussies in your face.
“What the fuck?” This isn't no Wild Things movie. This shit is 'x' rated shit.
Gin is passed out on the floor with a couch cushion under his head. Rampage is in his chair staring at the screen and King in the chair opposite him. Then there’s the Prospect hanging back, all eyes on the TV. All the brothers congregated in the room for the show. Worst of all is Lil's asleep on the motherfucking couch.
Not one of those assholes looks at me when I walk in.
Stepping in front of the TV, they finally do.
“You've got to be shittin' me. Lil's in the fuckin' room.” They better hope she didn't see any of that shit. “The fact that you all are watching this shit with Lil laying her
e, in this room with all you horny motherfuckers, I am about to blow up and beat the fuckin’ shit out of every fuckin’ one of you. If I find out that she even seen any of this shit, I'm beatin' the fuck outta every fucking one of you.” I growl at the bunch of sick fucks.
Happy chuckles from beside me. Yeah, he wouldn't be laughing if it was Mini in the room. Picking Lil up, I cradle her to me. They better pray to God they weren't thinking about her while watching that shit. Happy flops down in her vacated spot.
“Fuckin' assholes,” I mutter under my breath. Taking Lil upstairs, I lay her down in the bed and settle her under the blankets. Stripping down and shutting off the lights I crawl in with her. Hands find skin and I pull her to me.
Cuddling into me she mumbles, “Missed you.” I believe that shit because I sure as fuck missed her ass too.
24
Lil
I'm hot as hell. It's got to be climbing towards ninety degrees out here this afternoon. The light lapping off the water and cool breeze from the lake beckon me, calling my name. The cool refreshing water sounds amazing, but seeing as how I'm feeling lazy and comfortable, I think I might stay right here on the shore reclined on my lounger. I got Peaches on my right and Cali to my left. I know Peaches is napping, because she's silent while Cali's reading a trashy romance novel. We've been rooted here for a good three hours now, lathered in sunscreen and baking away in the country sun while the guys are off doing guy stuff.
The guys started off their morning fishing, and now they're 'fixing' the boats motor. There was nothing wrong with that motor to begin with, but according to Tank, it needs more speed. Some of the other guys are on the boats or out riding so they're all off basically doing guy type things.
A bunch of us girls decided we just wanted to lay out and enjoy the sunshine and some of the girls are swimming with the kids. Through my aviators, I can feel a shadow on me. Cracking an eye open, I find two people I wasn't expecting.
“Holy shit. Lilly Cruz?”
Opening both eyes I see them clearly, two guys both standing over me. Cali shifts on her chair and sits up. I feel like I recognize their faces, but their names aren't coming to me.
“Oh, hey,” I try for friendly, but I'm sure I just sound confused, because I'll be damned if I can remember these two. The larger blonde one squats down to eye level with me. Face friendly, but overtly checking me out.
“It's Jamie. We went to high school together, remember?” He looks a little sad that I don’t recognize him. Jamie? Still nothing. The other one smiles at Cali. Sadly he's missing a tooth or two.
“California Bradford, you're lookin' great babe,” he nods at her, clearly checking her out. Wow. He used her real name. No ones used it in years.
“Will,” she grumbles, not sounding the least bit interested. I guess she knows them.
“How are you girl? You're looking hot as fuck,” Jamie says staring right at my boobs. Well my boobs are great, thanks for noticing asshole.
“Um … I'm, uh, good. You?” I've got no idea what else to say. I can't remember him so I'm drawing a blank of what to say.
“Good. Fuck what's it been, nine years?” How should I know? I don't even remember you?
“Yeah something like that.” This is extremely awkward.
“Fuck man, can you believe it? Lilly Cruz. Man, this is some crazy shit, right?” Jamie says to his short wide goon friend slapping his shoulder. The little goon looks my way. His eyes widen in shock and then proceed to wonder my entire body. He makes no effort at hiding his blatant stare, either.
“Shit. Gotta tell ya, I had it bad for you in high school. You were fine back then, but holy fuckin' shit, now … well shit,” he just busts right out and says. I'm guessing Will has absolutely no filter.
Jamie shakes his head on a chuckle. “Dibs man. Anyone gets in that, it's me.”
Dibs? Gets in it? He isn't getting anywhere near any of my lady parts, but before I can correct him he pipes up. “Let me take you out tonight baby. Show you a good time.”
A loud ass snicker and a snort of laughter comes from behind me. Here comes trouble.
“Back the fuck off buddy,” Tank growls, his voice unfriendly and cold. A rough hand slides over my shoulder, down my chest between my tits, to my stomach. Resting his hand there showing his ownership. Good God.
“Who the fuck are you?” Jamie asks, his lips curled in disgust. Tank barks a sharp laugh. Looking behind me I see Gin next to him right along with Stitch and Rampage. Oh good. It’s my own personal goon squad.
Tank shakes his head and looks at Stitch.
“You believe this motherfucker?” Tank asks Stitch, clearly amused at Jamie's sad attempt at picking me up. Stitch shakes his head in humor.
“Sad ass,” Stitch chuckles. These two shit heads are about to fuck with this guy.
“Won't tell ya again. Get the fuck outta here,” Tank instructs him evenly. Jamie doesn't look detoured. Oh come on. I just want to relax and enjoy the sun.
“Don't see a ring on her finger, buddy,” Jamie questions throwing out a challenge. This just makes Tank laugh more. I really wish he wouldn't push Tank. This is only going to get ugly.
“Ya also don't see my dick in her either asshole, but don't mean it hasn't been there.” Seriously? He had to go there. I think he won the pissing contest. Giving him a look, he returns it with his signature smirk and a wink.
“Don't even fuckin' look at her,” Tank adds when Jamie looks ready to say something to me. Jamie just ignores him.
“Lilly?” James asks me anyways. Not sure what he wants from me? I hardly know him.
“So what, you her daddy or something?” the little goon laughs at Tank. Tank steps around me right up to the guy. Tank’s got a good eighty pounds and nine inches on him. The little goon looks even smaller standing by Tank.
“Only when I'm fuckin' her,” Tank retorts with a satisfied smile. I'm still shocked Tank hasn't hurt one of them yet.
“Get the fuck outta here,” Gin bellows, overtly through with this conversation.
“Fuck off Caleb,” the little goon Will says. In one swift hit Tank lands him on his ass. Will hits the ground hard, blood dripping from his nose and mouth.
“Keep the fuck away from my girl,” Tank gives one last warning. Looking at Jamie expectantly, Tank waits for a smartass remark from him so he can lay him out too. Jamie helps Will up, both looking shocked and scared now. Did they really think this would end any other way?
They take off without another word. Tank wins. With a guy victory dance, they all laugh and high five. Men.
Flopping back onto my lounger between my legs, back of his head on my stomach, Tank gets comfortable on me, acting like nothing happened. Legs bent at the waist hanging off the chair, he's about a hundred pounds and six inches too big for my lounger.
“Enjoy yourself? I think you scared him,” I tell him. Squeezing my thighs Tank smirks up at me. Head titled back, upside down.
“Yep,” he says popping the 'p'.
Gin sets himself on the lounger next to a still sleeping Peaches.
Stitch takes off for the water yelling, “It’s to Godddamn hot out here for this shit.”
For a few minutes we all just sit silently. Tanks thumbs rubbing circles on the inside of my thighs and my body tingles and shivers with his touch. His touch natural and easy.
“You ready to go baby?” Tank finally asks me. Ready to go? We're not leaving for two days.
“Go where?” Jumping up quickly Tank grabs both my hands hauling me to my feet with him.
“On the boat,” he says with a cheery little chirp. Someone's in a good mood. With a smack on the ass, he pushes me along. To the boat we go.
“Seriously baby, it ain't that fuckin' hard,” Tank yells at me. Easy for him to say, he's Mr. perfectly coordinated with extreme grace and athletic ability. He makes everything look easy. Standing on the back deck of the boat, he looks a little annoyed with me. I can't help that I'm terrible at water sports.
Foot ta
pping eagerly as he watches me, his red board shorts hanging low on his hips, hard defined stomach flexing each time he yells at me. A small dark dusting of hair trails from his navel down below his shorts. His tattoos are even more defined in the sun. God he looks hot with his body tanned and toned. Damn this water.
Tags is sitting in the seat behind him laughing and shaking his head.
“It is that hard when you're goin' three hundred thousand miles an hour, baby,” I protest, slapping my hands down in irritation. I'm bobbing up and down in the cold lake, feet floating on the surface strapped to a wake board. My head and neck are being strangled half to death by this tight ass life jacket Tank insisted I wear. I’m trying desperately not to swallow a mouth full of water every few seconds when I yell to him. Yeah, I’m trying to figure out what in the hell I’m doing in the middle of the lake strapped to a wake board. Tank drug me on to the boat, I had three shots of tequila and now here I am.
“That's impossible. Boat doesn’t go that fast, angel,” he counters with an eye roll. Well if he wasn't driving the boat like a maniac and whipping it around, I may be able to stand up longer than two seconds.
“I'm done.” I give up. Yeah I'm a poor sport, I don't care.
Unstrapping my feet, I leave the board in the water and swim back. That wake board can go straight to the bottom of the lake for all I care.
Grabbing my hands, Tank pulls me up right into him. His warm skin on my cold, soggy body.
“You just left the board out there.” He shakes his head. “You always goin' to be a pain in the ass baby?” he grumbles into my neck. Yes I did and yes I am. As far as I'm concerned that board can fuck off on its little trip to its final resting place.
“More than likely,” I return with a sweet smile.
Throwing his head back he barks a deep laugh. “I'm a lucky guy.”
Letting go of me, he throws his hands in the air and dives into the water. Yeah, let him go get it because I'm sure as shit not going to.