Professor X

by Kiki Leach

  "Maybe one will change mine?"

  His eyes snaked across every inch of her frame, across every ounce of exposed brown skin. Jesus. He was fucked when it came to her and he knew it. Motherfucker's only mistake was failing to realize how much. "What the fuck are you talkin' 'bout?" he questioned. She moved forward and encircled his wrists, then lifted his hands to her breasts and pushed herself into his palms. "God. Fuckin' Damn." Her head fell back as he massaged her without thinking, as his cock damn near tore through his jeans with the intention of making her next. He grunted. "Jesus."

  "Give me what I want tonight," she breathed, a soft moan floating across the tip of her tongue as her eyes returned to his, "and I won't ask you for anything more once it's over."

  His brows came together as he squeezed her breasts, as he relished in how soft they still felt inside his hands.

  He locked his jaw and lowered his mouth to hers, exhaling as he barely touched her lips. "Fuck me, babe."

  "I've been trying." She leaned into him and grinned. "For too many years, it's all I've been trying with you, X."

  "Fuck." He rolled his tongue along her bottom lip, then tugged it between his teeth and suckled until she whimpered inside his mouth. "Jesus Christ, darlin'."

  "SHIT!"

  He fell away from her as the sound of Rockafeller's voice rolled down the hallway and dragged his hand across his mouth as the thought of tasting her again rushed through his mind like an impending flood.

  Mariah adjusted her tank and shorts while staring at him from behind, then turned to the sink as Rockafeller walked in and threw his cut on top of the table.

  "FUCKIN' SHIT!" he hollered out. "FUCK!"

  Xavier swallowed hard and glanced at him over his shoulder; he grimaced. "What the fuck crawled up your ass?"

  "Not this bitch's goddamn hand," he shot back. "Or any other for right now. That shit'll have to wait with the one I put on hold." Mariah folded her arms while keeping her back to him and held her breath in anticipation for another blow. Rockafeller snarled. "Prez just lit me up on the prepay. Some shit went down at ACE'S with one of the bitches breakin' one of those boondock motherfucker's cocks while ridin' him in the back not long after you took off."

  Xavier groaned and rattled his head. "Christ. He don't want me out there with you to see what the fuck is up?"

  Rockafeller dragged his eyes to Mariah without another word to his brother and readjusted his cock. "Was your ass still plannin' on headin' out there tonight for work?" She lowered her eyes to the beer bottle as it rolled to the center of the sink and nodded. "After you planned to suck me off, yeah? Or was that X?" He rolled his eyes back to Xavier and sighed. "I don't know when the fuck I'll be back from this shit, but I don't want this bitch here in the meantime. She ain't got my cock in her mouth or deep inside that sweet, brown pussy, her head ain't hittin' my goddamn sheets tonight. Take her ass back home or put her on the goddamn street once you take a spin for yourself, brother -- I don't fuckin' care." He threw his arms inside his cut after grabbing it from the table and returned to the living room, snatched his keys from the middle of a couch and rushed out the front door, slamming it shut behind him.

  Xavier looked to Mariah as her eyes remained lowered, and jerked his chin. "You alright over there, darlin'?"

  "No."

  As the harsh sound of a motorcycle revved in the background, Mariah scurried from the kitchen and ducked into Rockafeller's bedroom.

  Xavier shut his eyes for a few seconds before taking off after her, then stood in the doorway of his brother's bedroom, watching as the woman he once thought to claim as his own for what was left of his life circled the carpet like a mad woman in search of her clothes.

  He grinned at the flash of his last name peeking beneath her tank as she bent forward, and placed his hands in front of himself to temper his growing erection. "You takin' off from here like he wants?"

  "I have a choice?" She tossed her bra and jeans onto the bed and rested her hands alongside her waist, then turned to Xavier as he stepped into the room and jerked his shoulders. She made a face at him and arched her brows. "Are you saying with your silence that I do?"

  "I ain't sayin' you don't..." He stood directly in front of her and peered. "You headin' back home after hittin' up ACE'S?"

  "My body's still no more in it right now than my mind, X..." She caught his eyes before they dipped to her breasts and softened her gaze. "You know that I think of you when I'm up there."

  "Babe--"

  "It's the only thing that's ever kept me sane, Xavier. Girls in the back drink full bottles of wine or vodka -- others pop pills to get out there, to take off their clothes and be ogled and groped by men with daughters their own age." She reached for the lapels of his cut and stepped close enough to feel the heat pouring from his skin; as it seeped into her own, she mewed. "I think of how you look at me when I'm at the club," she said. "Of how I'd want you to touch me if you would, of where I imagine your hands moving across my body and instantly lose myself to the music." She smiled while digging her fingers into the weight of his leather and lifted her chin. "You're the drug that gets me high every night; the only one I'll ever need to feel as alive as I do up there... as alive as I do right now."

  His eyes shifted to her mouth, to the shine left behind from the stroke of her tongue. "Shit." A light growl escaped him as he brushed his hand across his cock. "We fuck tonight, babe... nothin' is the same between us after it's done."

  "I'm okay with that."

  "You won't be." He walked back to kick the door shut with the heel of his foot, then removed his cut and placed it on top of the dresser. "Come take this shirt off me, darlin'."

  She swallowed hard before stepping toward him and doing as asked, scaling her hands across the thickness of his muscles, between the bright colors of his tattoos as she lifted the shirt from around his head and tossed it to the floor. His bright blue eyes darkened as his jaw locked. He lowered his hand to her shorts and slipped his index behind the rim. She gasped in feeling him skin to skin for the first time since they were two helpless teens in a love neither understood, then whimpered as he jerked her forward and exhaled between her sweetly parted lips.

  As she rolled the taste of his tongue across her own, her head fell back and her eyes closed.

  He tugged at her shorts until they fell to her thighs, then pushed his hands beneath her tank and cupped her breasts.

  Jesus. He fuckin' owned her, every goddamn part of who she was -- mind, body and soul.

  As her nipples hardened inside his palms, he bent forward to reclaim her bottom lip and muttered against her mouth, "Start walkin' back to the goddamn bed." After reaching the edge, he pushed her to the mattress and angled his hips to push her thighs apart. She reached for his face and brushed her fingers across his mouth, then dragged them to his chest and snaked her nails across his skin. "Did he have you in this bed tonight?" She shook her head. He grinned and released one of her breasts, brushed his hand across her stomach and dropped it between her thighs.

  Her back arched like a feather as he pushed her panties to the side and stroked her slit with his middle finger; her hips bucked against the bed as she cried out and wrapped her hands behind his neck, pulling his face to her mouth and fluttering her tongue between his lips for another taste.

  He brushed her tongue with the tip of his own before kissing her long and slow and hard and deep until she squirmed like a needy kitten beneath him. He pulled back as she needed to breathe, then returned to ecstasy as his heart raced against her own.

  "You sure you want this tonight?" he asked. "Ain't no turnin' back once I'm inside... All goddamn bets are off on me pullin' back."

  "Don't ever pull back from me, Xavier," she told him. "I want this tonight -- I want you, always. Whatever happens after, I can handle it."

  "Yeah?" She nodded and reached for his buckle. His nostrils flared as he rolled his tongue across her lips before slipping it back into her mouth. "Tell me why the fuck they've always called yo
u 'Lace' up on that stage, babe."

  She smiled while pushing his pants to the floor. "Because I don't look as unbreakable as I am."

  "Yeah?" He chuckled. "Think that shit might change for you tonight."

  "It might," she replied. "For you."

  He grumbled and rolled to his back, pulling her on top of him, allowing her to feel the strength of his erection as it pushed against her sex. She moaned and draped her arms across his shoulders, then coated his lips with wet kisses and leaned into his ear, whispering a string of words she hoped he would never forget for as long as he was still alive and in his right mind:

  "I'm yours," she told him. "Always."

  Three words that never left him.

  Even as she did.

  Chapter One

  Xavier

  "YO! Where the fuck is 'X' for us to get on with this shit already, Prez?" Coco lowered his hands from the top of his balding head and gazed across the dimly lit room. "'Cause I've gotta sweet tight pussy waitin' for me back at the house that I've been tryna get at for six goddamn months now. Bitch is finally ready to get on all fours for a motherfucker after seein' the new Road Captain patch on my cut, and I'm bound to miss a good cock suckin' session by waitin' on this pretty boy asshole to finally show back up like he said he would -- Goddamn!"

  Strap looked over at his brother with a chuckle and jerked his shoulders. "Jesus Christ, motherfucker -- Chill your ass out and relax on this shit. I'm sure if this bitch is such a tight pussy lookin' to get fucked like you claim, she ain't goin' nowhere any goddamn time soon. So just sit the fuck back and count the inches of your cock 'til 'X' finally gets his ass here with that shit. I know it won't take your ass as long as you think."

  He leaned forward, resting his elbow along the edge of the table, and peered. "You talkin' 'bout countin' the inches on my cock?!"

  "Hell fuckin' yeah, asshole!" he barked. "One, two, three... and a fuckin' half."

  "YO, FUCK YOU!" The room of brothers burst into a fit of hysterics as Coco eyed each one with a slight snarl and anxiously shook his head. "I will whip this motherfucker out right goddamn now," he snapped, jerking at the buckle of his belt, "and I will show each and every one of you assholes just what the fuck is up with it! Thinkin' you know I'm smaller than a fuckin' tic tac just 'cause some bitch I put on her ass after grabbing my balls too goddamn hard last week started runnin' her fuckin' mouth?! She was pissed as fuck at what I'd done--!"

  "Yeah, brother, I walked in on that shit going down outsida Prez's office, remember?" Chopper's sharp gaze deepened as he pointed across the table and sighed. "You are the size of a goddamn tic tac -- in fact, that shit is bein' generous as fuck! I saw that bitch tryin' hard as hell to push you down her throat as far as she could to no motherfuckin' avail."

  "Shut the fuck up, asshole!" Coco tossed his hand in aggravation and huffed. "You're just pissed that the pussy I had two weeks before at Rockafeller's welcome home party turned your ass down for a quick fuck less than twelve goddamn hours ago."

  "Ooh wee, motherfucker." Tractor slapped his hand on top of the table, rattling the legs against the floor. He looked at Chopper before turning back to Coco and threw out a hefty bellow until his cheeks burned red. "This asshole might just have your shriveled up ol' cock on that one! I remember you wanting to feel her up before and after church. Stick that nice pink cock between those fat, pale titties and make her squeal like a fuckin' pig whose tail you couldn't squeeze hard enough."

  "She let me feel her up once the rest of you assholes were finally outta here!" Chopper sneered at his VP and leaned back, folding his arms across his chest like an angry brute and darting his eyes from corner to corner of the room. "Bitch needed some goddamn privacy."

  Tractor lowered his chin and arched his grey-filled brow, skeptical. "Yeah?"

  "Yeah!" he retorted. "And I gotta taste of those titties too! Fat and round just like a motherfucker knew they'd be behind those sheer ass tops she's always wearin' out here!"

  "Goddamn!" Pecker wiggled his brows until they damn near broke free and scattered across his face. "What the fuck did her nipples look like, brother?" He licked his lips like a wild dog in heat, salivating at the thought of his answer. "Where they fat and round too? Pink as cotton fuckin' candy?"

  "Better." Chopper nodded as a smile lifted the corners of his mouth and dropped his hand to his pants, adjusting his cock as it twitched. "Fat, round and hot pink -- good for suckin' as she cupped my balls the right fuckin' way and stroked my cock 'til I came all over that tight, pink pussy!"

  "Jesus -- You are makin' that shit up as you go along with it, old prick!" Coco waved him off and frowned. "That bitch wouldn't fuck you with her own pussy if it was on fire and your cock was the only goddamn thing around to help put that shit out!"

  "Motherfucker, her pussy was on fuckin' fire and my cock was the right goddamn hose she needed to keep that shit from burnin' the fuck outta control!" He looked to his left and gave a solid fist-bump to Rugger, whose eyes rolled back to Coco as he chortled under his breath.

  Coco frowned. "What the fuck has got you so goddamn hyped up on this shit, asshole?"

  Rugger made a face at him and rattled his head. "Brother here ain't tellin' no goddamn lies," he replied, his voice lowered as he snorted between words. "I witnessed that shit first-hand. Helped set up the camera for when he wants to watch the shit on his own time for a private jerk-off or needs a pick-me-up before slidin' into somebody else rubber free."

  "How the fuck did you get away with that shit without her seeing what the hell was going on?" asked Pecker.

  "My cock was in her pussy, asshole," said Chopper. "She wasn't seein' or hearin' any other fuckin' thing inside that room but my balls slappin' against that tight, sweet ass!"

  "Jesus Christ." Prez pushed his thick white brows together and balled his pale hands into fists before slamming them on top of the table in fury. He grunted like a motherfucker ready to knock the brothers' heads together as they looked to the front of the room and gulped collectively. "What the fuck did I tell your stupid asses about those goddamn cameras?! Bitches comin' in here and seein' that shit set up will start thinkin' we're back into the same porn bullshit that barely made us a fuckin' dime off-hand last year."

  "We only stayed under water for the better part of our start 'cause your Enforcer didn't know how the fuck to sell pussy on film," said Tractor. "Bad with the website, bad with promotion outside the club -- we needed somethin' better than what the fuck we got."

  "We had something good," muttered Coco.

  "Motherfucker, we needed something great." Tractor shook his head and glowered. "Son of a bitch has always been worth his weight for snappin' some asshole's balls with one hand and using the other to snap their goddamn necks. But as a salesman on tits and ass beyond the shit he did when the club was runnin' ACE'S full-time?" He laughed aloud and whistled. "Brother is ridin' on some heavy ass wheels bound to pop underneath him at any goddamn second like a fake set of tits the minute you put hands on 'em."

  "He's right, Prez," Chopper agreed. "Right down to the goddamn tits. X is one of the best motherfucker's we've got within the mother charter when it comes to fuckin' somebody's shit all the way up. Like a goddamn attack dog, you say SIC 'EM and his ass takes off like a rocket shootin' straight up into outer fuckin' space. But his skills outside the brotherhood? Pushin' shit to an audience he don't know? Straight fucked. Shit -- he can barely talk to a bitch upright unless his cock knows the weight of her pussy around it first!"

  "He ain't ever known nothin' but life inside of who the fuck we are, asshole," muttered Sniper, one of the oldest living and founding members of the Blue Devils MC. He rolled forward as the other brothers looked to him and nodded in agreement, then rested his arms across the table and sighed. "From his grandpop to his old man," he continued between short breaths. "God rest their souls. We gotta cut that motherfucker some slack on this shit."

  "At damn near thirty years old? Jesus -- I've cut that asshole slack since h
e was a goddamn kid runnin' 'round here half-cocked and drunk on earnin' himself an official cut and patch between pussy licks," replied Chopper. "Doesn't mean that what the fuck I've said about him ain't fuckin' true."

  "Alright." Prez waved his hand between them and cleared his throat. "The fact is that shit no longer matters -- And the point is I don't want anymore camera set-ups happenin' inside the club. Outsida the shit I've got in my office to monitor what the fuck goes on with the garage and bar, I don't wanna see another motherfuckin' pair of tits showing up on any screen 'round here like that again -- understand?"

  "Uh, Prez?" Scooter cautiously raised his hand and eyed him with question. Prez looked to his right and grimaced. "Does that shit include when they're poppin' out durin' pussy parties? Like, when they're servin' us or cleanin' up around here and shit? 'Cause truth be told, I ain't into askin' a bitch to put a good lookin' pair of cock teasers back inside of whatever the fuck she's wearin' if she's all too goddamn willin' to show 'em off to me outright, ya know? And if I can get a goddamn taste on top of it--"

  "He means fuckin', asshole," snapped Porkchop. "Actual fuckin' on camera."

  "Yeah, but we still fuck 'em out in the open too," said Chopper. "So if Prez is sayin' that he doesn't want it on camera, that means no more open fuckin' durin' the parties or any other time out here."

  "Christ -- I ain't puttin' up with that shit either, motherfucker -- no fuckin' way -- nuh uh." Shadow crossed his heavily tattooed arms and ferociously shook his head until his neck stiffened. "When my cock gets hard, I need the pussy right then and fuckin' there. Bitch is gonna open up for me and ride 'til we're both sweatin' like a pair of tied up pigs waitin' to show up on somebody's plate down south post-slaughter."

  Prez swiped his hand across his forehead and grumbled. "Since you assholes have the comprehension of five year old’s and are refusin' to understand just what the fuck I'm actually sayin', lemme try puttin' it as plainly as possible. Fuckin' out in the open ain't puttin' the shit on your own goddamn cameras, is it? It ain't set up for you to watch later and jerk-off to. 'Cause the shit shows up on footage from around the club itself, mixing in with whatever the fuck else is going on. Therefore--"