by Lake, Rae B.
“What you looking at me like that for?” She whispers, and her voice is husky.
“What are you doing?” I ask, trying my hardest not to misinterpret what I think I’m feeling spark to life between us.
“I’m not doing anything. What are you doing?” She asks and turns further into my hold. Her perky breasts pressing tightly into my chest.
“I not doing shit, but trying to understand why you always get my dick so hard.” A low growl comes from deep inside me, and I wait for her to slap me or something to let me know what I’m feeling for her is completely unwanted and unreciprocated. I know firsthand how extreme situations can cause your desire to burn out of control. That must be what’s happening now.
“Maybe it’s always hard because you’re not taking care of it.” She turns in my lap with the remains of one zip tie still on her wrist. “I can take care of that for you.”
Oh, word!
I stare at her for a second. “Duo, you don’t have to do this. You know that, right?” I tell her and sink my fingers into her dark brown hair.
“What are we doing? Because if it’s you putting me up against one of these trailers and fucking the hell out of me, that is exactly what I have to do right now.” She whispers to me before she lets her mouth hover over mine, but she doesn’t kiss me just lets her breath mingle with mine.
“Fucking hell, girl. You’re bold as fuck.” I lick the very outside of her bottom lip, and she whimpers at the contact. “I like that shit.” I bring my mouth down hard on her lips and kiss her with all the emotions I’ve bottled up. The both of us are in a situation that could turn very bad for us at any given moment. This intense passion is due in part to the extreme circumstance we’re in, I’m sure of it, but there’s always been an animalistic attraction for her deep inside me. From the first second that I saw her in that bar, I knew I had to have her. When Vale told me about his idea of knocking her up, I got upset. Not only for the fact he would rape her without thinking about it, but that he would be touching what should only be mine.
I get up faster than I have in ages and rush to the side of one of the many dozen semi’s in the area. I don’t see anyone in the cab or any of the cabs around us, but at this moment, I really wouldn’t care.
I pull her shirt up, and though I’ve already seen her wearing very little, this is the first time I can openly appreciate her body. It’s also the first time she wasn’t trying to keep all her goods hidden from me. She lets her head fall back against the side of the truck as she quirks up one eyebrow and bites her lip, letting me worship her with my eyes.
My hands run down the center of her chest. I don’t have time to taste her everywhere I want to, but I can at least let her know I want to. My light tan complexion stands out against her sandy gold skin. Everything about her is so damn sexy. I feel my cock getting harder in my pants like that is even fucking possible.
“What you want me to do to you, Duo?”
“You know exactly what I want you to do to me, Storm, don’t make me beg.” She whispers and wraps her legs around me tighter.
Fuck it, if she wants me to bury myself deep into her, then that’s what I will do. I pull my pants down far enough I can get my cock out. She has leggings on that are easy enough to get one leg out of, and before she’s even able to get herself completely situated around my waist, I’m plunging into her.
She hisses in pain, and I stop immediately. “What? What’s wrong?” The need to keep plunging into her is strong, but the need to know what’s wrong is stronger.
“Nothing.” She tries to pull me back and kisses me again, but just because I let her lead the show before doesn’t mean I’m fucking helpless in this situation.
“What’s wrong, Duo?”
She rolls her eyes and lets out a shaky sigh. “Your brother was a bit rough. My back end is still a bit sore.” Duo confesses as if she’s ashamed.
I gasp and try to move away. I know Vale tried to rape her, but I didn’t know he had actually succeeded.
“You see, this is why I didn’t want to say anything to you.”
“He raped you? You don’t think I should react after finding out my piece of shit twin brother raped you?” My cock is still deep inside of her, but the need to fuck is starting to dwindle.
“He penetrated my ass once, accidentally before you came in and saved me. I fought him off. You fought him off. We won, and you’re making me felt like we lost.” Duo turns her face away from me, and her arms drop from around my neck, clenching into tight balls. “I don’t want to think of myself as a victim. I want you, Storm. I want to feel you inside of me and not have to think about what Vale almost did to me. He didn’t succeed. I’m not a fucking victim.”
She isn’t a victim. Duo is one of the strongest women I’ve ever met in my life, and I’m sure if I didn’t come through to help her, she’d have found a way out of this mess without me. She doesn’t need me, but she wants me. She wants me to make her feel normal. If that is what this is, then I have no problem doing it. The raw need to fuck changes into the need to give her what she wants, and in such a way, we can both enjoy it. If she is sore, then I just have to shatter her slowly. I can take care of whatever my woman’s needs are.
I press up into her again, my cock rock hard in an instant for her. Her eyes fly up to mine; clearly, she wasn’t expecting me to want to continue.
“Oh.” She wraps her arms around my neck, and I make sure I have a good grip around her waist. I bounce her up and down on my cock slowly at first. Her back presses against the dirty trailer, but I’m not focused on anything except her. The beautiful yet deadly daughter of a mobster, the only person to ever draw out my animalistic side. I don’t know why I feel so strongly for her so fast, but I do know I’ll pretty much do whatever she wants me to do.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I slide back and forth inside of her and try to keep my movements as gentle as possible. Except that in itself is a fucking chore. I want to go at breakneck speeds, but I don’t want to hurt her. Until she tells me she wants more, I will force myself to go at this pace.
“My God, how you make me feel. All the damn time, Storm. Fuck.” She lets her head fall back against the side of the trailer and lets me take complete control of her body. She holds on, but she doesn’t do anything to help me.
“You’re driving me crazy. We shouldn’t be doing this.” I whisper against the shell of her ear as I continue to lift her up and down on my cock. The tightness of her pussy massages me perfectly.
“This is exactly what we should be doing right now. Living life.” She whispers back and angles her hips, so I’m brushing against her front. She wants more friction on her clit. I know the cues, and if that’s what she needs, then that’s what she gets.
I lean back, making sure to keep one hand on her ass, and then I push my other hand in between us and flick her clit back and forth. Her stomach clenches and a low moan leaves her mouth. I try to keep my pace, but the more she moans, the harder it is for me.
“Shit, tell me if it’s too much. I’m trying. I swear I’m trying to hold back.” I grunt and squeeze her ass with my hand.
“Don’t you fucking dare. I want it all, Storm. Please.” She grinds down harder on me, using her calves to raise herself up and down in time with me.
“Fuck!” I growl and let my forehead fall to hers. There’s nothing I can do to stop this. I need to feel her break apart around me. I start pounding into her, and she grips my arms hard.
“Yes, Storm. Fuck yes.” Her entire body goes taut, and then she gasps in a deep breath. Her eyes pop open, and I swear those two-toned jeweled eyes pierce straight through me.
“I’m coming,” she mouths weakly.
I answer right away, “Yes, come for me.” I keep her gaze and watch the turmoil rioting through her eyes as her body clamps down hard on my cock. When she can take in another deep breath, she releases a scream and takes the last bit of my willpower with her. I grunt and snarl as I use both hands to drill into her
. I feel like a fucking caveman.
“Oh fuck yes, you’re so fucking perfect.” I slam her down one final time as spurt after spurt of my cum splashes inside of her.
I let my head fall to her shoulder and try to catch my breath. This is the last place we should be standing around fucking. She was almost kidnapped again. I almost died, and I killed someone. Someone I’m sure was being followed. They could be on our ass in a second. We have to make moves. Talk about fuck and run.
When I turn my face to look at her, she is still trying to catch her breath, but she isn’t looking me in the eyes. The walk of shame for her will be on the back end of a bike. Maybe she allowed the circumstances to get the better of her, but I know I’m not ashamed about what just happened between us. That shit felt like it was fate or some dumb shit like that. It just isn’t the right time.
“I guess we have to get back on the road then?” She asks as I pull myself out of her and lower her down to the floor,
“Yeah, we gotta move.”
I let her have a bit of privacy as she puts her pants back on. I don’t say a thing, but I know I will have to be the one to address what just happened between us at some point. Right now isn’t the right time, but there is no fucking way I’m going to let her sweep what we just did together under the rug. No way in fucking hell. Right now, we need to make a move and get somewhere safe.
I roll up to the road leading to the clubhouse, and it’s quiet. I don’t remember the last time I saw home, and to see it almost desolate and silent gives me an eerie feeling. I only see a few bikes, and there’s no party going on, nor any club bunnies walking around. I don’t even see the trailers we used for the women we helped escape from bad situations.
Everything feels wrong.
“Look, shit is really bad at home, and I really don’t know what I’m walking in to. I believe no one will try and kill you, but I don’t know if I can say the same thing about me. I fucked up and betrayed my family even if I meant well.” I glare at her and hope she understands what I’m saying to her.
“You want me to stand by while they kill you? I’m not going to do it.”
“I deserve it. I promise you I do.” I give her a small smile and hope it’s enough to ease her. When she doesn’t wrap her arms back around my waist as we make our way to the clubhouse, I know I haven’t.
We get off the bike, and I look around for Wire’s bike. It’s not there. In fact, several bikes should be here that aren’t. Maybe they are on a run right now, or they just didn’t want to hear what I had to say. Where the hell is everyone?
I look up at the big wooden door, the insignia of the Wings of Diablo is displayed proudly across the door, and part of me feels peaceful. All of these months running and fighting only to end up right back here, back home.
The Wings of Diablo was my home, and no matter what anyone tries to tell me, even my twin brother, I know it would always be my home.
I knock on the door, and Duo rushes behind me and wraps her arms around my waist. She is trying to stay mad, but she’s scared for me even if she tries to act all hard. I can feel her shaking behind me.
The door swings open, and a big man stands in front of me. Pope. I remember him. When I left, he was only a prospect. Based on the tags on his kutte, it seems like he is a full-fledged member now. Good for him.
My initial reaction is to embrace him. He is the first brother I’ve seen in a hell of a long time.
“Brother,” I say, waiting to see what his response will be before I get too happy.
“Storm.” He replies and stands back for me to come in. No extra pleasantries, no hugs or smiles. All business right now, and from the feel of it, it isn’t good business.
The clubhouse is completely bare. There are no stripper poles. The DJ stand is gone. The pool table is gone. It looks like the Wings of Diablo are moving out.
What the hell is going on?
“This doesn’t seem like the army you promised,” Duo says softly behind me.
“I know. I don’t know what is going on.”
“Don’t you take one more fucking step.” A voice orders from behind me. I can’t help but smile. I know that voice, and I’ve missed it.
Ink.
He walks behind me and takes a step in front of me.
“Ink, how you been?” I ask.
“Don’t fucking talk to me. You traitorous piece of shit. You’re lucky my president told me I couldn’t rip your face off on sight. I have the tools set up already.” He threatens, getting a little closer to me than I’d like. I can only let him say whatever he needs to say. I deserve it.
“Hey, what the hell …” Duo speaks up from behind me, but I grab her hand and yank it hard to get her to shut up.
“Who are you?” Another voice I’m happy to hear asks from the side.
“Hey, Mack.” I turn and look at him, but he isn’t looking at me. He is looking at Duo behind me.
“Duo.” She says with pride in her voice.
“And?” Mack waits for her to continue. He obviously wants more information. What is strange about this is I don’t understand why he is pressing her for the information. That isn’t his place. I look down at his kutte.
It is his place.
“Oh shit! When the fuck did that happen?” When I left, Mack was just a regular patched member, but now he is the VP, according to his kutte. Of course, he would want to know everything.
“A lot has happened since you decided to leave.” Ink says from behind me. I turn and look at him, my eyes drifting down to his chest to make sure he is still what I remember. The enforcer. His title hasn’t changed. So how the fuck did Mack get to VP?
“Where is Clean? Wire? Where the fuck is everyone?” The extreme change has me worried I missed out on more than just a few people changing their club duties. This shouldn’t look like this. I shouldn’t even be allowed to talk right now. I should be getting my ass kicked or killed by my president. Where the fuck is everyone?
“That is none of your concern,” Pope says from the door.
“This is wrong. We need to go.” Duo grabs me and tries to pull me back. She is feeling the same thing I’m feeling. Like we are here to meet our death.
“Is that what you brought us here for? To kill us without me even having a chance to talk to my president? Is that how the Wings of Diablo does things now?” I snarl and look at Ink. If he is going to take me out, I’m going to make sure I get in a few good hits. I may not fucking win, but the fact he is about to let shit go down like this is beyond dishonorable. This is some pussy shit.
“Vale got to you too? I knew it was only a matter of time before he flipped you.” I stare him right in his eyes and see the very second Ink, who was trying to remain calm and collected, turns into the monster we are all fucking scared of. He lunges for me, and I turn quickly to the right and let his momentum take him to the floor. As he passes me on his way down, his hand snaps out and grabs my hair, pulling me down with him. He raises both of his hands in a club-like motion and swings them down against my face. Lights flash behind my lids, and I fight the need to blackout. The man hits like a fucking Mack truck.
“No! Get off him!” I see Duo launch herself onto Ink’s back, and instead of flipping her off like I thought he would, he pulls up slightly, like he’s scared to injure her.
“Duo, let him go.” I sit up and let him see I’m not going to attack him while he’s focused on Duo’s attack.
“You said we could trust them. You said they were good people. If they are with Vale, how the fuck can that be the case? I won’t let them give me back to him. I’m sorry. I know you consider these people your family, but you’re just going to have to hate me.” She tightens her grip around Ink’s neck.
I laugh at the image. She actually thinks she’s going to do some damage to the man. He is the one holding back. Ink could kill her at a moment’s notice.
“We’re not with Vale,” Clean declares. I turn my head to see him coming out of church, and I wait for Wire to
come out behind him.
“Look, if you have to kill me, then do it, but just don’t let Vale get her. He’s fucking crazy, and she doesn’t deserve that shit. I was wrong.” I say, looking at my…
My eyes drift down to his patch. If Mack was VP, what was Clean?
President.
“What the fuck. What is fucking going on?” I stare at the foreign patch. I can feel myself getting emotional. My home is in shambles, and everywhere I fucking turn, something else tells me I had missed a lot trying to get the one brother I thought I should be loyal to out of danger. I’m not here to get the rest of my family out of danger. I just want to know that everyone is safe.
“That is none of your concern.” Clean speaks. His eyes are tired. There is no more joy in his voice. It sounds like someone has ripped the man's very essence out and replaced it with this version.
“I know it’s not.” I look down, trying to think of anything I can say to show him I just want to know if my family is ok. “I can never prove my loyalties to you. I’ve already burned those bridges. I know I have. I just want to know if people are ok. That’s it.”
“Are they ok? Can I know that?” I look at Clean. He was there when we were first picked up as Wings, the one who accepted us first. Shit may be fucked up now, but it wasn’t always. We were a family.
“We’re not ok.” Ink confesses from behind me.
“Wire?” I ask.
The anger clouding Clean’s eyes is not what I expect to see.
“He’s a nomad.” Ink replies.
“Nomad? What the fuck?” He didn’t abandon his patch, but he gave up the life. I didn’t even think that was a possibility. Why the hell would he want to do something like that? I mean, the whole point of being a Wing was to be with the family.
“Prez?” I ask.
“Out bat,” Mack says.
I look expectantly toward the back of the clubhouse. I don’t understand why he wouldn’t come inside to see what is going on.