Welcome to the Dark Side (The Fallen Men Book 2)

by Giana Darling

  She blinked at me then fisted her hands on those cocked hips and said, “What music have you got?”

  Half an hour later, I was groanin’ in my bed with my hands clamped over Lou’s hips watchin’ her glide up and down on my cock. “That’s my good girl, ride me hard.”

  She blinked at me with heavy eyes over the deep, dark water blue of her eyes. It was a look that said she was lazy with pleasure, like a drunk gone tired after hours of reveling. Loved that look but loved it even more when I reached up to tweak hard at her cherry nipples and her eyes flared open with wicked surprise.

  “Going to come,” she warned me, bracing her hands on my chest to tilt her ass back and ride me even harder.

  “Come on my cock, little girl,” I ordered her, bringing my hands around to palm that peachy ass in my hands.

  I traced a thumb down her crease until it was slicked with her pussy juices then brought it back up to her tightly furled asshole.

  “You come for me and then I’ll fuck your ass,” I growled as I thrust up at her the same time I pushed my thumb into her tight backdoor.

  She screamed. So loud and long it probably woke the entire Garro house, my daughter, my son and his woman and the brothers who’d passed out on the couches. I didn’t give a fuck. In fact, I fuckin’ loved that they’d know how much pleasure I gave my girl.

  Couldn’t help the arrogant pride that swelled in my chest and made me want to beat it like a fuckin’ caveman. I was bringin’ my girl pleasure like she’d never had, makin’ her take everything I wanted to give her and makin’ her do it while she cried out my name like I was the only man who’d ever existed.

  As soon as her pussy stopped clenching around my cock like a fuckin’ vice, I went out from under her and took my place behind her kneelin’ body. With a hand between the fragile span of her shoulder blades, I pushed her face down and then canted her hips up.

  “You remember what I said about eatin’ this ass, Lou?”

  A delicate shudder rippled her spine. I chased it with my hand movin’ down her back the way you soothed a horse before mountin’ it for the first time. Then ’cause I was addicted to the taste of her, I fell to my forearms and buried my face in that lush ass.

  Her cum was sweet like salted fuckin’ honey on my tongue as I cleaned her up with my mouth. I flicked at her rosebud with my tongue until it twitched then circled it with a thumb.

  “You wanna give up this ass for me, little Lou?” I growled as my thumb popped through the tight ring of muscle and two of my other fingers slid deep into her swollen cunt and curled up against her sweet spot.

  Her toes curled against the bed as she arched her back and panted loud.

  I slapped my big palm down over one plump cheek just to see it spring back under my slap. She gasped so loud, I knew she wanted it again. I smacked the other one and rocked my thumb and fingers slowly in her holes.

  “You want my cock in your ass, little girl?” I asked, lovin’ her small size and plump curves. The way she was all woman and yet still a girl.

  “Yes,” she hissed and braced her hands against the wall so she could hump back at me. “Take it. I want you everywhere.”

  I reared up to slap my swollen purple cock between her cheeks, squeezin’ ’em together against my dick.

  “Prettiest fuckin’ picture,” I told her just to hear her moan.

  My girl liked it when I talked dirty.

  I leaned over to grab the lube I’d bought just for her outta the bedside table, ripped the cap off with my teeth and dumped the cherry-scented liquid all over my dick and that heart-shaped ass. I growled as I slid my cock up and down that warm, wet crease, coatin’ me and coatin’ her. The smell of cherries in my nose nearly made me want to come right there and then.

  “Touch your clit while I try to work my dick in there.”

  Immediately, one hand disappeared between her steeply arched torso to do as she was fuckin’ told.

  “Good girl,” I rumbled as I held her steady with one hand at the hip and pressed my cock to her smallest entrance.

  She groaned and panted as she took me inside, wrigglin’ her hips and clutchin’ the blankets.

  “Oh Zeus, oh fuck, God,” she chanted until I was seated all the way inside her snug, hot as fuck channel.

  I leaned back to look down at my trail of dark hair, the root of the swollen cock inside her round, golden ass and thought I coulda died a happy fuckin’ man just like that.

  “Move, please,” she begged me.

  So I did.

  I fucked long and slow into the tight grasp of her ass, workin’ her ‘til she was screamin’ and whimperin’ for more. She was comin’ apart at the seams and I held the thread in my fuckin’ teeth.

  My balls were tight and heavy, so ready to spill my seed inside ’er, it was fuckin’ ridiculous that I could even keep movin’ like I was. But I wanted Lou to come with my cock in her ass and I wanted it bad.

  So, I leaned over her, addin’ two of my thick fingers to her cunt as she rubbed her clit and I fucked her ass.

  “Come for me, Lou,” I said, then I bit her hard in that place I liked at the base of her neck and felt her pulse throb on my tongue in tandem with her ass around my dick.

  Fuckin’ bliss.

  I growled against her flesh as I spilled inside her.

  With the last of my energy, I dropped to the bed and flipped her onto my belly. Her sweaty skin slipped on mine then fused us together.

  She rested her cheek against my pec and played with my bullet scar.

  “Did so good tonight, Lou,” I praised her as I ran my fingers over her spine the way someone mighta played piano keys.

  “Mmm, it was super fun,” she slurred, so wrung out from her orgasm she didn’t even open her eyes.

  Pride rumbled through my chest, makin’ her smile ’cause she knew why I loved her voice like that.

  “Like the brothers so much. Not just Mute,” she went on. “And the biker babes are hilarious. Never knew Cressida could be such a badass.”

  “She’s getting’ there,” I agreed.

  “Harleigh Rose isn’t so bad either,” she mumbled.

  “Nah, she’s a good kid,” I agreed.

  And she was. She was goin’ through a time but I figured it was normal for a teenage girl to rebel, however well she’d been raised. She partied too much and dated that fucktard Cricket, but she got good marks in school despite the lacka studyin’ and she loved her brother, her club and her dad like nothin’ else.

  And for that reason, she’d been good tonight. Not great ’cause it was weird as shit for her to see her dad who never brought women home—usually fucked ’em at the clubhouse—be all over a woman and that woman bein’ the same age as herself.

  I got it.

  Lou got it.

  It was cool.

  H.R. was tryin’ and she was tryin’ by mostly leavin’ Lou to her own devices but my little Loulou didn’t seem to care. She’d thrown herself into befriendin’ the biker babes, even Skell’s woman, Winona, who was dull as death and Bat’s bitch of a wife, Trixie.

  By the end of the night, everyone loved Lou if they hadn’t already before.

  I was a happy fuckin’ man.

  That is until Lou shifted on my chest to ask, “What happened between you and your Uncle Crux?”

  “The fuck that come from?”

  Her eyes narrowed ’cause she knew I didn’t want to fuckin’ answer.

  “Told ya I had an uncle who was President of this club ’fore me.”

  “Yeah… why’d he step down?”

  I rubbed a hand over my beard and up into my hair. “He didn’t. I killed ’im.”

  She stiffened. “What?”

  “You heard me. I killed my Uncle Crux and to be fuckin’ honest with you, Lou, not crazy about you jumpin’ to conclusions ’fore I can explain myself. You knew I was a killer.”

  She swiveled to sit cross-legged on my stomach and crossed her arms under her tits. “I knew it. I did not know you’
d killed your own uncle.”

  “You expect me to explain myself you do it askin’ fuckin’ nicely, Lou. I may be the man in your bed but I’m still Prez of The fuckin’ Fallen,” I growled.

  “Fine, pretty please with a fucking cherry on top, can you tell me what went down with your uncle?” she sassed.

  I threw an arm over my eyes and pressed my head back into the pillow. “There goes a great fuckin’ orgasm high.”

  She hit my chest.

  I lifted the arm to peer at her then scowled as I propped it behind my head. “Fine, you wanna know? I killed my Uncle Crux by puttin’ a bullet through his brain. I put a bullet through his brain ’cause there’d been disappearances happenin’ for a while. Brothers just there one day and gone the next. They didn’t have much in common, first glance, ’til Bat and I noticed a pattern. They’d all talked back or dissented to Crux. One day Bat pretended to go at the old coot just to bait ‘im. The next day he invited Bat to have a ‘chat’ with ’im somewhere private. Bat got him to confess to killin’ brothers and the bastard stabbed ’im in the stomach and threw him into the backa one of our trucks to take him somewhere in the forest to bleed out and die. He didn’t know I’d come with Bat. Didn’t know ’til Bat and I showed up in Chapel next mornin’ as if nothin’ had happened. He asked for a meetin’ somewhere public, his half of the club versus mine. He chose First Light Church.

  I’da put a bullet in his brain just for the stuff he’d done ’fore but he sealed his fate and he did it quick when he put a bullet through a fuckin’ kid to get to me. So, I killed ’im right there in front of the fuckin’ cops ’cause the bastard deserved more than jail. He deserved hell.

  Half the old guys left, angry and confused or just fuckin’ done with the life. The rest voted me in as Prez, youngest in history.”

  “And Ace Munford was one of those brothers who left?” she asked ’cause she was a smart girl and she was puttin’ the pieces together.

  I nodded, watchin’ her eyes for any signs her devotion to me had slipped and smashed like a religious idol to the floor of our church.

  She blinked, those ocean-blue eyes settled and there she was.

  My girl.

  She pressed her hand to my cheek and then kissed me, soft, slowly without tongue and fuckin’ sweeter than sugar pie.

  “You’re a good man, Z,” she told me.

  I laughed.

  “I’m serious, you may live by your own code but you do the right thing at the end of the day and you adhere to your rules and loyalties like a knight would.”

  “Told you to stop romanticizin’ it.”

  “Won’t ever stop,” she promised. “Now, swear to me you won’t keep shit like that from me again.”

  She offered me her little pinky like she had as a kid. I took it solemnly in mine and shook her thumb with my own.

  “Deal,” I said even though there were a ton of skeletons in my closet and I had no plans to share ’em all with Lou.

  I was doing a math equation in my fifth period biology class at the whiteboard when dizziness slammed into me like a hand to the back of the head. I stumbled then steadied myself against the wall.

  “Louise?” Reece’s voice came at me through my sudden fog.

  I tried to lift the red dry erase pen to the white surface, but my hand wouldn’t lift. Frowning, I looked down at it where it lay limply by my side.

  “Louise?” Reece’s voice was closer to me then. “Mr. Warren, call the hospital.”

  “Don’t need the…” I tried to say with my heavy tongue then gave up because I was falling then crashing into blackness.

  When I woke up, I didn’t open my eyes because I could hear the familiar beeps of whirs of the hospital all around me and I hated the hospital.

  My first thought was of Zeus.

  I didn’t know what time it was, and I’d had plans to meet him after a few hours with Sammy at the Autism Centre that day. If he didn’t know where I was, he’d flip.

  My eyes shot open as I sat up and then closed again when the dizziness hit.

  When I was orientated again, I looked around the room and gasped because Zeus Garro was sitting beside my bed.

  He stared at me angrier than I’d ever seen him, his harshly constructed face gone granite with wrath.

  “Zeus,” I tried but he cut me off immediately by lifting a hand in the air.

  He leaned forward, his lips pulled back over his teeth like a wolf about to snap. “Didn’t know where you were for hours. No one did. Mute went fuckin’ crazy, tore up the inside of Hephaestus Auto in one of his rages when he realized we didn’t know where the fuck you were. I sent boys out to every fuckin’ place I could think of to find you.”

  He paused and his eyes sharpened to the colour of shrapnel. “Didn’t think to look at the hospital ’til H.R. told me she’d heard you’d left school in a fuckin’ ambulance.”

  I flinched but he wasn’t done.

  “Not once since I took you as my woman have I regretted it or had to face how young you still are. This is the first time I’m hit and hit hard with both’a those things.”

  Fuck.

  “Z, please let me explain. I know I waited too long to tell you but if I’d told you right away then you wouldn’t have wanted me.” Tears came and they did it like a tropical storm, tearing up mucus and heavy sobs, whipping my chest into a painful frenzy. “If you’d known that you were attracted to a seventeen-year-old girl with cancer and then that you were fucking and fucking hard a woman with Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, we wouldn’t have what we have now.”

  Zeus blinked at my crying face and for a brief second, I thought I might have gotten through to him.

  Wishful thinking.

  He stood up with a rough shriek of his plastic chair across the floor.

  “Not sure what it is we have, the love of my life doesn’t tell me shit about her health.”

  With that final punch to my gut, Zeus shook his head, turned on his booted heel and stormed out of the room.

  I hit my head back against the mattress and let the sob that had been bubbling up in my throat free.

  I didn’t want to die for a lot of reasons, but none seemed so essential as my desire to stay with Zeus.

  There were too many things we still had to do.

  Too many rides to take on the back of his bike with his big body between my thighs and the dual rumble of the bike and his laughter vibrating through my core.

  Too many nights spent at The Wet Lotus, eye-fucking across velvet booths and scantily clad dancers.

  Too many battles to win. Too many people to kill. The Nightstalkers most of all.

  I wanted time with him, I needed it more than I needed my next breath and even those were limited.

  There wasn’t time and there wasn’t much of a choice but whatever was left of both, I wanted to use to be with Zeus Garro.

  It had never occurred to me that he might not want to spend that time with me.

  Zeus.

  The light comin’ in through the slatted curtains fell in fat grey fragments across the hospital bed, highlightin’ the gold of Lou’s hair but shadowin’ the beauty of her face. I leaned back in the chair with my broad back pressed uncomfortably to the rigid plastic contours and raked a hand through my hair.

  It was hard to look at her as she was, curled up and frail in a white room stripped of all personality. It was embarrassin’, avoiding a bedridden face, like racism or sexism, any-ism. But I couldn’t wrap my mind ’round the fact that my girl had cancer.

  Again.

  And that she hadn’t told me about it in the fuckin’ first place.

  It had taken five hours of ridin’ my bike through coastal back roads to figure out where she’d been comin’ from.

  ’Cause she had a point.

  If she’d told me about the cancer from the get-go, there’s no way I woulda let myself go there with her. I wouldn’t’a kissed, fucked or held her like she was my woman.

  I woulda coddled her, told her to take c
are of herself and maybe watched from afar, like I’d done the first four months after seein’ her again at that party.

  And then Lou wouldn’t be mine.

  That was somethin’ even harder to wrap my head ’round.

  Because that girl lying in that bed was mine the way a sculpture created by an artist was his. I’d formed her soft clay shape with my words then cast it in copper with my hands and finally she’d settled in her current shape. A little warrior rebel with the soul of an angel in the body of a sinner.

  A contradiction and the most beautiful one ever born in nature.

  A nurse came in with a soft, nervous smile at the huge biker sittin’ in his leather cut beside the bed of a teenager. She checked the machines and glanced at me like she wanted to ask for a minute alone to do something to Lou a man shouldn’t see.

  The plastic chair screeched as I pushed it back.

  The woman watched me as I dipped down to place my hand across Lou’s damp forehead and press a kiss to her cheek. “Be back.”

  I walked the white corridors with my hands shoved deep in my pockets and my shoulders at my ears.

  To occupy myself, I went to the vending machine ’cause I’d forgotten lunch in my quest to find Lou.

  Took the side staircase and found it had that stale dead and dyin’ smell.

  Counted the stairs as I took ’em two by two.

  Lingered over my choice of drink—tea or coffee, milk or sugar—when I only ever drank coffee black.

  Kicked my boot against the vending machine while it poured my drink then thrummed my fingers against my thigh when it took too long.

  Anything to keep myself from thinkin’ about my little Lou up in that hospital bed sick and wrong with somethin’ I was helpless to fight.

  I grabbed the coffee and took the stairs back up at a clip, reachin’ her room with a head fulla panic like somethin’ could’ve gone wrong in the three minutes I wasn’t by her side.

  The nurse was still there. Her startled expression collapsed with empathy when she caught the fear in me.