When I walk back into the clubhouse bar, all the guys are out of their little meeting. My eyes scan the room and land on Bates, who is playing pool with Drifter.
Fuck him.
I ignore his beautiful, big, gorgeous, ass and go straight toward Paxton, who is sitting at the bar talking to Johnny.
“I need one of you to take me home,” I announce. They both swivel their heads over to me.
Paxton smiles and Johnny grins.
“He piss you off?” Paxton asks. I roll my eyes.
“It doesn’t matter. I’m ready to leave and one of you is taking me.” I lean in close and whisper, “Now.”
“I got you, babe,” Paxton says, setting his full beer down and wrapping his arm around my shoulders. “You want to make him jealous, babe, I’m your man,” he announces as we walk out of the clubhouse.
I hear a shout behind me, but I ignore it. By the time I’m wrapped around Paxton’s back, I look up and see Bates charging out of the clubhouse.
“What the fuck!” Bates screams from several feet away.
“Go,” I cry. Paxton doesn’t think twice, he takes off down the gravel road as his bike roars, and I hold the hell on.
Luckily, since I’m on the back of his bike, the entire ride is in silence. I don’t want to talk. I want to curl in a ball and cry. I am so sick of making one stupid mistake after another.
I immediately decide that it’s time to contact Connellee. We aren’t the closest, never have been, but I think he’ll help me. As his sister, I pray that he will.
I can’t stay with Bates another minute. I’ll fall into his bed again and hate myself that much more. I’ll keep doing it until there’s nothing left of me but a shell.
I need to be done with him completely. When we arrive back at the house, I see that Kentlee’s car is here and Buck is on the front porch just hanging out. Protecting.
“Thank you,” I murmur as I slide off of his bike.
Paxton wraps his hands around my waist to keep me from walking away. I look down at him with wide eyes.
“You want more from me, I’ll gladly give it to you, Brent. You’re a good woman and nothing would please me more than to have you at my side. I’ll take care of you,” he murmurs.
I stare at him in surprise. Paxton Hill is hot. Dirty Johnny Williams is hot, too. But Bates is gorgeous and he owns every part of me. I could never be with another man aside from him. If anything, I’m just going to be alone.
Scratch an itch every so often, but relationships? No.
I’ve fucked those up too many times.
It’s obvious I don’t choose men very well. I don’t need to fuck my daughter up more than she’s already going to be, either. Stella’s going to be devastated when I inform her that we’re leaving.
“I like you, Paxton, like a whole lot, but…” I begin. He holds his hand up.
“I get it, babe. I do. Just think about it. You want someone to just take care of you, I’m willing. Keep it in the back of your mind, yeah?”
I nod, unable to speak. He gives me a wink and waves at Buck before he starts his bike. Then my breath hitches. Barreling down the drive is Bates.
I can almost see the anger that radiates off of him. Paxton doesn’t turn his bike off or say a word. He leaves. He leaves me standing in the dirt drive waiting for Bates to turn his rage on me.
Great protector.
Chapter Sixteen
SNIPER
I watch as Torch’s bike passes me. I want nothing more than to block him and beat the ever lovin’ shit out of him. How dare he take my woman and put her on the back of his bike without my permission.
And Brentlee—the fuck. Not two hours ago we were gonna get on the same page. Fuck, I thought we already were. I don’t want any other bitch but her, and I want to take care of her, of Stella—my girls.
Now, I don’t know what the fuck is goin’ on.
I kick the stand down on my bike and quickly get off. She’s standing in the drive, sexy as fuck, lookin’ like a deer caught in headlights.
Her honey eyes are round and wide, her hair mussed from the back of Torch’s bike, and her chest is heaving with her labored breaths. She looks so fuckable right now, I can’t stop my dick from pressing against the zipper of my jeans.
“The fuck, Brent?” I roar, vaguely aware that Buck is on the porch and LeeLee and the kids are inside the house.
“I’m going to Conn’s,” she announces, lifting one arm and planting her fist on her hip.
“No, you ain’t,” I tell her, wrapping my hand firm, but gentle, around her bicep and dragging her to the unattached garage.
I never use the garage for anything, except in the winter when I want to work on my bike or my truck. It sits empty, other than some tools and boxes and shit.
I lift the door and flip the light on before I guide her inside, closing the door behind me.
I have a feeling whatever this fight is, it’s about to get messy; and though I don’t mind fucking her into submission in the front yard, she might get pissed if LeeLee and the kids see.
“What bug crawled up your ass within the last hour?”
I watch as her gorgeous eyes narrow and she plants both of her fists on her hips.
Oh, she’s fucking pissed, and I can’t stop my lips from twitching. This, right here, this is my tigritsa.
Makes my dick so fucking hard when she gets that tigress attitude going. Makes me want to slay her, own her, force her submission to me. Only me.
“You fucked Star,” she announced.
I just look at her, cocking my head to the side.
“Yeah,” I say slowly.
“You told me you were drinking, smoking, and working. Never in there did you add—fucking nasty ass, trashy, fucking whores,” she screams as her fists come up and pound my chest.
I let her. This is all a misunderstanding, or a ploy by a clubwhore to snag a brother. It ain’t the first time.
“Quiet,” I demand, my voice even and low.
“Fuck you, Bates,” she yells, hitting me once more.
I wrap my fingers around her wrists and walk her backward. I don’t stop until her back hits the dirty garage wall.
“Didn’t fuck Star last night,” I murmur, dipping my head to look into her eyes.
“That’s not what she said, and you two came from the same hall this morning, looking awfully tired,” she snaps. My lips twitch again. Fuck, she’s a gorgeous being when she’s got her claws out.
“She’s a whore, babe. I wouldn’t believe her if she told me the sky was blue. I didn’t fuck her, not last night, and not since you been in my bed, baby. Whatever I gotta do to prove to you that this is what I want—you are what I want—I’ll fucking do it. But this shit, this ain’t gonna do nothin’ but piss me off,” I say. I then watch as her eyes narrow to little slits.
“What shit? The fact that I feel like I can’t trust you because you already told me you’d be fucking whores whenever you saw fit, whenever you needed it?” she spits.
“Told you that, then I recanted it. My dick’s yours, babe. You don’t use it, I might have to go elsewhere, but I’d be informing you of that before it happened. I want you. I want Stella. I want my family,” I growl before I smash my lips down onto hers.
Brentlee whimpers when I force my tongue inside of her, and I know I’ve won as soon as her hands leave my chest and her fingers tangle in my hair. This bitch, this fucking tigritsa, she undoes me.
I grab the hem of her shirt and yank it up. I need her. I need that perfect cunt wrapped around my dick. I don’t bother unhooking her bra, instead I just yank the cups down and free her gorgeous tits.
Then my hands travel down to her jeans, tugging on the zipper before I push them over her hips, along with her panties, stopping when they’ve reached her thighs.
“Bates,” she purrs.
I know I need to fuck her hard. I have to. That purring shit she does, fuck, it kills me.
“Get on your knees,” I growl before I p
inch her pretty pink nipples.
She whimpers again, and my dick’s two seconds from exploding inside of my jeans.
“You can’t force me,” she says softly. I shake my head.
“Get on your goddamn knees, Brentlee. I’m gonna fuck that pussy while I stare at your perfect ass. I’m going to remind you that I own this sweet body of yours. Because sometime in the past three days, you’ve somehow forgotten,” I growl. She shivers in my arms before she sinks to her knees.
“I haven’t forgotten,” she murmurs as she undoes my jeans and shoves them down my thighs.
“I’m still pissed at you,” she grumbles.
“You shouldn’t be. I only want you,” I grunt.
“Why am I so weak?” she murmurs.
I cup her cheek in my hand and I look at her. My cock is hanging out, and she’s half naked, but all I see is the vulnerability shining in her eyes. She needs to know that she isn’t weak; nothing about her is weak. She’s so fucking strong.
“You’re my tigritsa, so fucking strong, Brent,” I say, meaning every single fucking word.
Her eyes sparkle and she gives me a small smile before she kisses the tip of my cock. Then, I groan as soon as her mouth wraps around the head of my dick.
“Can you take it, baby?” I ask, unsure of exactly what her tolerance is, the conversation of her strength on hold—for now.
I need to know exactly how rough I can be with her. I know some of the things that piece of shit did to her, but I don’t want to traumatize her more.
“Whatever you give me, Bates. I can take it. I want it,” she says as her eyes connect with mine.
Her fierceness radiates through them. Fuck me, my woman is strong. So goddamn strong.
I cup her cheek before I slide my fingers through the side of her hair. My eyes completely focused on hers.
“Then open your mouth, baby. I’m going to own it. I’m going to fuck it,” I say.
She obliges. Her lips part and her mouth opens wide.
I don’t hesitate as I slide my cock down her throat. I keep my eyes on her, our connection deep. I’m watching for any change in her features, any stress, any pain—anything.
She can’t handle it and I’ll stop, no hesitation, no bullshit, I’ll stop. But as I thrust my hips, my cock sliding deeper and deeper down her perfect throat, the only thing I see shining in her eyes is pure, unadulterated, fucking lust.
I bite my bottom lip and keep my pace, even and strong. I want to fuck her mouth so hard she sees stars, but not right now. Not for a while. That’s something we need to work up to.
Honestly, she needs to trust me a whole hell of a lot more than she does right now.
“I want to come down your hot, wet, throat,” I announce, my voice guttural.
Brentlee only hums, and it makes me shiver. It feels so damn good.
“But I want my cum dripping out of that sweet cunt more.”
I pull out of her throat and slide to my knees in front of her before I take her swollen lips with mine. Sliding my hand between her legs, I moan when I feel how soaking wet she is.
Back in the day, Brent would get off on giving me head, but I figured shit had changed. Luckily, it hasn’t. My lips travel along her jaw to her ear as I shove two fingers inside of her swollen pussy.
“You gonna let me sink inside this sweet pussy, baby?” I ask before I nip her earlobe.
I make a come hither motion with my fingers, avoiding her clit, but touching that rough patch inside of her.
“Fuck me, Bates. Own me,” she moans as her hips move.
She’s searching for more, searching for friction against that greedy clit of hers. I give it to her, grinding my palm against her, and she whimpers.
I pull my soaked hand out from between her legs and move around so that I’m positioned behind her. I trail my wet fingers through the crack of her ass and press two of them against her tight asshole.
I don’t invade her entrance, not yet at least. Instead, I massage it. Her body goes taught for a moment before she relaxes and drops her head between her resting elbows.
I know I’m the victor when she pushes her ass against me. Searching. Wanting. Needing.
“I want this ass one day, baby,” I announce before I lean down and inhale her pussy, my fingers still massaging her back entrance.
“Bates,” she gasps as my tongue snakes out and laps at her clit. It’s so fucking engorged, and hot, and sexy as shit.
“Say I can take it, baby,” I murmur against her wet center. I don’t wait for her answer before I slide my tongue inside of her cunt, tasting her arousal.
“Yes, Bates. Whatever you want, baby, it’s yours,” she whispers, grinding that sweet pussy against my mouth and my beard.
“Not right now. Later. Now, I just want to sink my cock into this sweet pussy—my pussy,” I murmur as I rise. Without warning, I slam inside of her wet heat.
“Bates,” she screams, arching her back.
I wrap my arm around her tits and pull her up farther. I bury my face into her neck while my other hand goes straight for her clit.
I had plans on fucking her like the animal I am, but now, now I just want her to come. I want to smell her and taste her, and just be hers while she does it.
“This body belongs to me, every piece of it, Brentlee. Don’t fuckin’ ever think about taking it away from me again. Lived over ten years without it, baby, and lived those years in a black hell. You walked into that clubhouse and brought me out of it. Don’t put me back there again,” I whisper against her neck while I thrust my hips, pushing my dick deeper into her cunt while I play that clit the way she likes it.
“It’s yours, Bates, but I don’t know if I can stay,” she murmurs wrapping her arm around my neck while she grinds down on my dick and my fingers simultaneously.
“You’re never leavin’ me again,” I growl, nipping her neck.
“You don’t fuck any whores, you don’t hit me, you don’t treat me or my daughter like shit, and I won’t leave you, baby,” she whimpers.
I roughly squeeze her tit before I thrust inside of her with all of my strength. She cries out, but I feel her pussy grow wetter. My bitch likes it rough.
“Would rather kill myself then hit you, Brent. Never gonna treat Stella like shit. Never gonna fuck around on you. And baby, I do any of that shit, and I won’t stop you from leaving me. Let me claim you, let me mark you, ink you,” I ask. She screams out her release as her pussy clamps down around me.
Brent doesn’t answer me, but that’s okay. By the end of tonight, she’ll agree to have my name on her body, and she’ll be my woman one hundred percent.
I thought I could ease her into this shit. I thought I could handle it, but I can’t. I need her to be mine, and for my world to see it.
Maybe it’s my ego, maybe my pride. I don’t fucking know—but I need her to have my name permanently inked on her smooth, olive colored skin.
I close my eyes as I continue to thrust up into her cunt, and I imagine the ink. It’ll be feminine, a scroll, maybe some flowers. SNIPER will be on her, but so will Bates.
She’ll have them both branded onto her body. I come as soon as I think of my names forever marking her as mine.
“Tigritsa,” I murmur, licking the sweat from her neck, tasting her skin on my tongue, smelling the combination of our bodies coming together.
This woman is perfect. I can’t fuck this up, and I refuse to allow her to fuck it up, either. Even when we’re fighting, I’ve never been so goddamn happy in my entire life.
BRENTLEE
I straighten my clothes and try to fix my hair a little by running my fingers through it. I have a feeling that nothing will make me look anything but freshly fucked.
I look over at Bates as he stands by the now open door. He’s watching me with this glazed look in his eye, and a smile tipping his lips.
“I still don’t think all of this is a good idea,” I huff. His tipped smile turns into a full-fledged grin.
“I
t’s happening, baby. There’s no way around it. Can’t go another day without you as completely mine,” he announces as I walk through the door.
I wait until he lowers it and he joins me, throwing his arm around my shoulders and pulling me into his side.
“We’re a mess. I’m a mess,” I announce, as if he doesn’t already know.
“Yeah, babe, figured that out when you were fourteen. Didn’t care then, and sure as fuck don’t care now,” he chuckles.
“I wasn’t a mess at fourteen,” I say defensively.
“Baby, you were so worried about what everybody else thought, you didn’t think about what you wanted. You were a normal fourteen-year-old, but gave yourself these high expectations of constantly being perfect, all of the damn time. That shit had to be exhausting,” he says. I sigh.
Fuck, I’ve been trying to be perfect for almost fifteen years. It’s extremely exhausting. I nod, unable to agree with him verbally.
“Come on, tigritsa, let’s so see our girl,” he murmurs, planting a kiss on the top of my head before we are greeted by Buck. He smiles widely and shakes his head.
“Hey, follow Kentlee home, yeah?” Bates asks. He nods.
“Glad to see y’all worked your issues out,” Buck mumbles.
I turn to him, red creeping up my neck. He winks before he bursts out laughing. Bates flips him the finger before we walk inside.
My sister is sitting on the sofa and her eyes meet mine before she gives me a knowing smile. I blush, a-fuckin-gain.
“When do you go to the tattoo parlor?” she asks before she giggles.
“Shut up,” I say. At the same time Bates grunts, “Tomorrow.”
Kentlee can’t help herself, she doubles over with laughter.
“I love it. One fuck in the garage and you’re gonna be a claimed woman,” she says, wiping tears from her eyes.
“Do we want to go there big sister?” I ask, arching a brow at her.
I know most of her story with Fury. It didn’t take more than a fuck and a few sweet words to get her own ink.
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