It’s not.
Sure, the sex is fantastic, but Bates and I… we’re so much more than two bodies meeting. We’re two souls meeting—two hearts.
A knock on the door and a grumble of a muffled voice makes me sigh. My savior, whoever that might be. A man mixed up in shady shit, but I’d take the whole room of them over this crazy person standing in front of me.
Star narrows her eyes at me and shakes her head, but I obviously am not good at following directions since I walked out of Scotty’s house.
I cry out for help.
Two seconds later, the bitch goes flying as the door is shoved open. Star cries out as she lands on the floor. I look up to see Dirty Johnny standing in the doorway. His cigarette is dangling from his lips, as usual, and his thin but obviously muscular body is completely bare from the waist up.
“The fuck is she doin’ on the ground?” he asks, scratching the back of his head.
“She was informing me of Bates’ eminent departure,” I offer with a grin.
“What?” he asks, furrowing his brows.
“Apparently, he’s going to leave me and run to her, make her his Old Lady, and share her willingly with whoever,” I shrug. Johnny throws his head back in laughter.
“Oh, holy fuck. Bitch, you better gather your fuckin’ shit. You’re done now,” he says.
I look at him in surprise, but he just lifts his shoulder and grabs her by her hair, pulling her to her feet. I cringe at his rough handling of her.
“Johnny, baby,” she coos. He shakes his head with a grunt.
“I ain’t nothin’, especially to you. You don’t disrespect Old Ladies—you don’t confront them, you don’t even act like they exist. You are nothing but three wet holes to get off in, a fuckin’ cum dumpster. Old Ladies are about a million levels above you. So get your fuckin’ shit and get the fuck out of this clubhouse. You, bitch, are banned,” he growls.
When she makes no motion to move, he guides her by her hair, dragging her through the club to where I know all of the whore’s sleep. The music is cut and the brothers stop whatever they’re doing to watch.
“What’s goin’ on here?” Paxton calls out from his place at the bar.
“This nasty bitch had Brentlee cornered in the supply closet and was spewing shit about Bates making her his Old Lady. This ain’t the first time she’s been mouthy with Brent, and I for one am sick of it. Brent’s an Old Lady, nobody treats her with disrespect,” he says. I blink in surprise.
Johnny Williams has always been a jokester, a funny guy. Right now, I see him in a completely different light. He’s a serious badass, just like the other men that surround me.
Although, I’m not scared of them. Sure, they’re mixed up with some bad people, but taking a quick glance around the room, they’re not bad people. They’re rough and scary, but they’d never purposely hurt me, not unless I betrayed them.
“Get that cunt outta here,” Drifter says.
The vice president of this club is a quiet man. He’s never once said a word to me, just watched from afar. I’ve never been able to gauge him, and he’s probably the only man in this club that truly intimidates me.
“No, call Bates down here. He can deal with her,” Drifter suggests. I watch a smile cross Johnny’s face that looks almost maniacal.
Star starts shaking her head violently, but Johnny already has the phone to his ear. Once he finishes telling Bates the story, none of which I can hear, he grins again and nods. I watch in shock as he drags her out of the clubhouse.
“Where’s he taking her?” I ask, turning to Drifter, who isn’t too far from me.
“The shed, probably,” he shrugs. I open my mouth to ask what that is exactly, and what that means. “Don’t ask,” he says, answering my unasked question. I nod before returning behind the bar.
“You okay, darlin’?” Vault asks, his voice laced with concern.
“Yeah, I guess. I don’t know,” I let out a breath and he shakes his head.
I watch as he reaches over the bar and grabs a clean shot glass, filling it with the tequila that Buck had been pouring from all evening.
“Shoot it, babe,” he grunts, pushing it toward me.
I take the shot and down it quickly, feeling the burn of the liquor, letting it warm me from the inside out.
“You can’t help people that don’t wish to help themselves,” he offers with a shrug.
“I just, I don’t want anybody else to be hurt because of me,” I murmur.
“Sometimes, shit happens. Sometimes, people don’t heed warnings they’re given and make stupid as fuck decisions. And sometimes, people are just fucking assholes.”
Vault gives me a sad smile before he leaves the bar, and it makes me wonder exactly what he’s talking about. I don’t think it has everything to do with this situation, but I understand his meaning.
He’s right.
You can’t help people who don’t wish to help themselves. I still don’t wish any harm to come to anybody at all, but this world isn’t full of sunshine and rainbows.
SNIPER
I walk into the shed and see Star crying on her knees. Dirty Johnny is staring at her, smoking his cigarette like he’s bored. The fucker is totally insane, but he’s a good friend, and genuinely a fucking badass. He sees me and lifts his chin. I already know what happened, or at least most of it. Now, I have to deal with this cunt.
“What’re you gonna do?” Dirty Johnny asks me as I walk up to him.
“Think she’ll leave?” I murmur so the bitch won’t hear me. Johnny chuckles and shakes his head.
“Fuck no. She has dreams, man. Big fuckin’ plans. It’s gonna be you and her and whoever you share her with. Forever, baby. The most fucked up perfect family,” he laughs.
I hang my head a bit. This girl is clearly not right in the head; and like Kitty all those years ago, she needs to be put down. Though I probably won’t torture her like Fury did to Kitty.
As much as I want to walk up behind her and just quickly slit her neck, I can’t. I’ve done it enough times in my life, I should be an old hat at it by this point. I look over to Dirty Johnny. He’s glaring at Star.
“You want to deal with her?” I ask. His head pops up and his eyes widen.
“You want her gone?”
“Yeah, but maybe just take her to another club somewhere else,” I shrug.
“Can I play first?” he asks, lifting his brows.
“Go for it. I just don’t want to see her face ever again,” I say before I turn around and leave them alone.
I walk out of the shed’s door just as I hear Star’s excruciating scream fill the air. He isn’t going to make it pretty, but he’s going to get the job done, and that’s all that should matter. I make my way toward the clubhouse bar and quietly slip inside.
Brentlee is behind the bar, and she turns to me, her eyes hooded. She smiles, and instantly, I know she’s drunk. I can’t help but laugh a bit at her inebriated state.
My cock presses against the seam of my jeans and I know that I want that drunk tigritsa naked, now.
I walk over to her. Nobody else in the room fucking matters. I shrug off a few of my brothers on my quest to get to my woman, and when I reach her, I reach over across the bar and pick her up by her waist, dragging her legs over the bar top.
I ignore the way she squeals and giggles, it only makes my cock harder, and me more impatient to get inside of her. As much as I wouldn’t mind throwing her down right here, she would regret it in the morning.
“Bates,” she sighs once we’re safely locked in my room.
“I need your ass, baby,” I murmur against her lips before I take her in a rough, hard kiss.
“I—” she pauses and I sigh. She’s not ready, not yet. I need to stay patient.
“All right,” I murmur as I quickly strip her clothes from her body.
“Okay, just… I’m afraid it’ll hurt, like last time,” she whimpers.
I shake my head before I take her lips again, slow
ly and gently until I move my lips to her ear.
“Never gonna hurt my tigritsa. Never.” I vow.
She doesn’t say anything else, her big honey colored eyes wide and a little scared. I run my hands down her sides until I reach her perfect ass and I pick her up, my hands squeezing her round cheeks.
“First, I’m going to make you come with my mouth; then, I’ll make you come with my cock in your ass. You’re my woman, babe. I’ll never hurt you,” I say.
She nods, and I smirk. Her words seem to be completely gone. I strip her naked, taking my time as I do. I want to see all of her, every fucking gorgeous inch.
I lie her down on the bed before I grab her hips and wrench them back. Then, I bury my face in her sweet pussy. One swipe of my tongue, and I shiver at the sweet taste of her. I suck on her clit, which causes her to moan and grind against my lips.
I fuck her with my mouth, slipping my tongue deep into her cunt. I shift my focus to her clit, alternating between flicking it and sucking. With a long moan, her thighs quiver and she bucks against my face as she comes, hard.
I don’t wait for her to come down. Instead, I grab the bottle of lube and a condom from the nightstand. I let the cool liquid drip against her tight ass, which makes her break out in goosebumps.
I quickly roll the condom on and coat my dick with lube. I pull her hips up again and press my dick against her tight ass.
“Bates,” she warns. I feel her tense against me.
I slide one hand around her hip and start gently playing with her pussy, stroking her clit before I slip two fingers in her swollen cunt.
Thankfully, she’s forgotten about her fears and she begins to ride my hand as I slowly start to slide my cock into her tight entrance. She freezes, but I nip her shoulder, then kiss and lick the hurt I caused.
“Relax, baby. Let me in, yeah?” I coax.
Brentlee whimpers, but she forces herself to relax and even pushes against me, accepting me. I hum when I am completely seated inside of her tight ass. My dick feels like it’s in a vice, the best feeling vice of my fucking life.
“How are you, baby?” I ask as I continue to play with her clit, rubbing and petting her.
“It doesn’t hurt,” she says, as though she’s in awe.
I want to chuckle, but it’s all too fucking good and no laughing matter.
“Let me fill my baby up,” I say before I slide two fingers into her cunt and press my palm against her clit.
I slowly fuck her with ease. I don’t want to hurt her, ever. I’ve hurt her enough, and she’s been hurt enough in her life. Never again will she feel pain.
Brentlee’s moans fill the room as my cock and fingers fill her. I’m officially taking ownership of her in all ways. She’s one hundred percent mine.
I wrap my other hand around her hip, across my name permanently etched into her skin, and I fuck my woman. She gasps and throws her head back with a scream as her body begins to shake beneath me.
Her hips slam back into mine, which makes me release a moan of my own.
When I feel her pussy begin to clench around my fingers with her climax, I lose it. I completely lose my shit and I slam into her ass with more force than I intend.
Twice. Then I come.
My entire body shakes with my release as I press my body into hers, surely suffocating her.
“Did I hurt you, tigritsa?” I ask, pressing my lips to her shoulder as I slowly pull out of her sweet as heaven ass.
“No,” she admits. She then turns her head to look over at me as I rid myself of the condom. I notice the smallest smile playing on her lips, and I can’t help but smile back at her.
“I liked it,” she admits quietly.
“I’m glad, baby,” I murmur, taking my shirt off of the floor and giving it to her to hide her body. I pick her up and carry her to the bathrooms.
I used to not give a fuck that we had communal bathrooms; but right now, I hate that I have to take care of my woman in a shared shower.
I don’t say a word as I take her into the bathroom and lock the door behind us. I don’t bother starting the shower, I’m taking her right home, but I still want to clean her up a little bit. I get a cloth from the cabinet and run it under warm water before I gently wipe between her legs.
“You don’t have to,” she murmurs.
“Want to, babe. And when we get home, we’ll take a bath,” I offer. I’m glad I do, because her smile is so bright and gorgeous, it was worth it.
“Let’s go home, Bates,” she whispers. It goes straight to my dick. She looks down when she feels it twitch against her thigh and shakes her head.
“You really should have worn pants out of your room,” she says.
“Yeah, wasn’t worried about everyone getting jealous of my giant cock, babe. Was just worried about my woman,” I grin. She awards me with a sweet giggle.
It’s then that I can’t wait to take her home to take care of her, to show her how much I appreciate what she’s given me tonight. Another piece of her. I doubt there’s much more of her left to give to me. She’s already given me so much. I love her for it, too.
Chapter Thirty-One
BRENTLEE
I groan, rolling over to find Bates’ side of the bed empty and cold. I’m so tired. My ass hurts, too, but I can’t keep the smile off of my lips.
It didn’t hurt, and as he promised, he made me come. It was all so surreal. I was expecting the excruciating pain that Scotty delivered when he took me that way, but instead, Bates’ gentility made it pleasurable.
I climb out of bed, still tender, and walk out of the room and into the kitchen. My most favorite sight in the world greets me. Bates and Stella are sitting at the kitchen table eating pancakes. Stella is talking, and her little girl voice fills the room, but I don’t hear her words.
Instead, I’m focused on Bates—more importantly, the way he’s looking at my daughter. His eyes are kind, crinkled around the edges, and he’s focused completely on her.
It’s as if what she’s saying are the most important and intriguing words he’s ever heard.
I shuffle my feet and Bates must hear me because his head shifts up a bit. He winks at me as Stella continues her story. I shake my head and continue over to the counter to get myself a cup of coffee, hoping it will cure the little bit of hangover I’m sporting.
“Mommy, Bates says we go shop today,” she squeals. I look over at them in surprise.
“Get dressed, yeah, babe?” he asks, grinning at me.
“What are we shopping for?” I ask in confusion.
“Girlie shit. Now come on, get dressed,” he grumbles. I look at him in confusion before I turn and do as he’s demanded.
I dress in pair of dark blue leggings and a loose fitting white tank top. I know Bates wants to go shopping for girlie shit, but all I want to do is curl up on the sofa and watch sappy movies all day.
My everything hurts, and my head is still pounding a little from my slight hangover.
“Ready?” Bates asks, popping his head into our room as I finish throwing my hair into a messy bun on top of my head.
“Yeah,” I say before I yawn.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, sliding his hand around my hips.
“Okay. Sore,” I admit with a shrug.
“Let’s go get malyshka some pretty things and then bring you home to rest, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I sigh, reaching up to cup his cheek. Running my thumb along his bottom lip, my eyes are completely focused on the path it makes.
“Come on, or I’m gonna fuck you right now,” he grunts. It makes me laugh.
Bates snags my hand and pulls me behind him before he bends down and picks up Stella with his other arm. He doesn’t say a word as he walks us to his pickup and shuffles us inside before he starts the engine and we take off in silence.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer.
He pretends not to hear a word I’m saying. It’s frustrating as hell, but also cut
e, in a gruff, badass kind of way. He obviously wants to do something for us as a surprise.
I recognize the road as we begin driving to the next town over. I don’t say a word to Stella, now that I know what city we’re going to, but I still don’t know the reason why.
I sigh and look over at Bates, so freaking happy right now.
We’re good, so good.
I don’t know if there’s something terrible lurking in the shadows, but I don’t care anymore. We will confront it together, and jump whatever hurdles are thrown in front of us.
I look at him in surprise when we pull into a car dealership—a Ford dealership, to be precise. I look over to him as he puts his pickup in park and jumps out. Quickly, and confused, Stella and I follow right behind him.
Bates shakes a man’s hand and I watch as the man hands him a set of keys. He looks at me and winks as he lifts his chin and we follow him.
“Mommy, wha happening?” Stella asks, tugging on my arm.
“I don’t know, sweet girl,” I admit truthfully.
Bates stops at a huge black pick-up truck. It’s lifted with gigantic tires, and its quite possibly the most massive thing I’ve ever seen.
“What the heck is happening here?” I ask, trying to keep my words PG for Stella’s sake.
“Bought a new truck,” he shrugs. I stare at him slack jawed.
“Bates,” I hiss, knowing how expensive these pickups are.
“Got money, baby, got plenty of money,” he assures me, already sensing my worry.
“How?” I ask.
“Don’t matter. Just know I can take care of my girls, and that means getting a better truck for them. Also, gonna need to get you your own ride soon, too,” he murmurs, wrapping his hand around my waist and pulling me into his chest. His head dips down and he places a kiss on my lips.
“You’re too much,” I sigh when he lifts his head.
“Ain’t nothin’ too much for my girls. Now let’s finish this shit,” he grunts as he helps us into his new pickup. It even smells new, like leather, and a little like Bates.
Stella asks a million and ten questions about the pickup, but all I can do is stare out the window. I hope that he isn’t trying to break himself to live up to the monetary things that Scotty provided for us. I didn’t care about them back then, and I don’t care about them now.
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