“You are so pretty right now, princess, and you make me so fuckin’ happy,” he coos in my ear.
Then, finally, finally, I feel his dick glide slightly out of me before it slams back inside. I yelp in surprise but try to relax myself again.
I whimper when he pulls my head back even more, arching my neck. Then his face is in front of mine, hovering over me, and his lips are touching my own.
“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, Hattie. You’re mine, your body is mine, and so is your heart. I’m claiming all of you. There’s nothing you can do about it now, just accept it—accept me,” he murmurs as he continues to glide in and out of my body. I can’t say a word. Nothing comes out but my own panting.
“Johnny,” I choke as I feel my body rising again toward another climax.
“Put your hand between those thighs and make yourself come on my cock, Hattie,” he grunts.
He continues to slam inside of me, his lips on mine, one hand in my hair and the other on my throat. He’s surrounding all of me.
I shove my hand between my body and the bed, then I quickly start to rub circles against my clit. I feel the buildup, it’s an excruciating feeling, and I don’t know what to do. I want to stop, but it all feels so good that I can’t. So, again, tears well up in my eyes and fall down the sides on my temples.
“Keep going, don’t stop, I want you to come all over me,” he murmurs.
The pressure starts to build and him being inside hurts too damn much. I practically launch myself forward as I come. It’s long and hard and wet.
Too wet.
“Oh, shit,” I cry out.
“Fuck,” Johnny groans from behind me.
I feel his release spill onto my lower back. He then completely collapses on top of me, his front pressed against half of my back.
“Something happened,” I whisper.
“Fuck yeah, something happened. The best sex of my life just happened,” he murmurs as he kisses the side of my neck.
“No, I think I peed or something. I want to die right now,” I mutter, trying to wiggle out of the way.
“You didn’t pee, princess. You squirted; fucking hell, I wish I could have seen more, too,” he murmurs as he presses his hips into my ass a bit more, pushing his semi-soft dick further inside of me.
“I did what?” I cry out, completely and totally embarrassed.
Johnny slides out of me and then sits up in the bed, his back against the headboard. He drags me between his thighs, so that my back is pressed against his chest, then his fingers begin to trail over my breasts and down my stomach to my center, stopping at my core where he plays with me.
There’s no other way to describe it. His fingers gently pet, sliding up and down, dipping inside and swirling around my clit. The touches are light and soft. I wrap my arm around his neck and press my lips to his skin.
“You squirted, Hattie. I hit your g-spot and you came. I don’t think many bitches can do that from regular sex. Fuck, the fact that you can… I want to watch next time,” he murmurs.
“Regular sex? It looks and felt like pee,” I sigh closing my eyes as I lightly roll my hips with his ministrations. “I don’t want you to watch, I don’t want to do it again.”
“I hear it mostly it happens during anal. Fuck that shit, though. You’re doing it as many fuckin’ times as I can get you to. It’s so damn sexy,” he whispers against my ear as he slides two fingers deep inside of me.
“I can’t come again,” I say pleadingly.
“Yeah, you can. Come for me, Hattie. Show me what a good girl you are for me,” he growls.
My thighs shake as he presses his palm against my clit while his fingers fuck me.
“Johnny,” I cry out.
I’m too sensitive, and this is too much.
“Fucking come on my hand,” he demands.
I twist my fingers in his hair as his other hand grabs ahold of my breast. His fingers pinch my nipple as I scream with my release.
It hurts, it hurts and yet it feels so good all at the same time.
I’m so tender, and I know I’m going to be extremely sore tomorrow, but I don’t care. Not right now. My body shakes in his arms and I gasp when he slides his fingers out of me.
“Ssshhh, Hattie, you were so good. You did a great job,” he murmurs against my ear as he wraps his arms around me.
DIRTY JOHNNY
I look down at Hattie, who is passed the fuck out next to me in bed. She’s exhausted and it’s because of me. I feel like a fucking peacock, I’m so proud. She’ll definitely be walking funny tomorrow, and I’ll know with each grimace it was me who made her feel that way.
We’re in this weird place of limbo. I want her as mine, completely and totally. I’ve told her as much, but she doesn’t believe it. So, I can’t ask her to be branded with my name quite yet.
She wouldn’t understand.
I wanted to ease her into the club life, then once she understood a little bit, met some of the Old Ladies, then I could brand her and keep her away, except for family social events.
I don’t think that could happen now, at least not for a while. She’s going to need to trust me, and because of Serina, she can’t—not yet.
I smile widely as I remember the way I fucked her, brutally; the way she took it without hesitation, the way she squirted everywhere.
Fuck, I feel like a goddamn king.
I’ve never made another woman do that before from fucking her pussy. To know I can make my woman do that, it’s the best feeling in the world.
Unbelievable.
I want it every time now.
A knock on my door interrupts my self-gloating and I scramble out of bed, grabbing my jeans quickly. I don’t want whoever it is to wake Hattie up. She needs her sleep. Tonight, she’s going to work my dick some more. I need all I can get from her before I have to send her back home to Sagle.
Yeah, this one-hour distance between us isn’t going to work. Not at all.
“What?” I ask as I pull the door open.
Grizz is standing on the other side, looking like a pissed off bear.
“Your girl’s brother is here, in uniform, making threats,” he grunts. I close my eyes before I curse.
“Let me grab my boots,” I mutter as I turn away and grab my socks and boots from their discarded place on the floor. Once they’re on, I take my cut from the chair and slide it on, sans shirt.
“I would ask if she was worth it, but I see that she is,” Grizz chuckles and I look at the bed.
Hattie is naked and passed out on her stomach. Her legs are spread wide, and one is cocked to a bend. You can see her swollen pussy and gorgeous ass on display. Then at the side of the bed, near the bottom, is the evidence of her ejaculate from earlier. Fuck, she is worth it. No matter what shit storm her brother tries to bring to my door, she’s fucking worth it all.
“Stop being a pervert. She’s young enough to be your daughter,” I point out as I walk past him and out of my room. I wait for him to close the door then follow me.
“Just lookin’, not touching,” he laughs. It’s loud and booming.
Walking into the bar area, I look around and notice that there are still passed out bodies all over the place. I grin at what Andy must be thinking, especially since his baby sister was here all night.
“Where’s Hattie?” he growls as soon as he sees me.
I grab my pack of cigarettes out of my cut and take one out, lighting it before I give him an answer.
“Asleep in my bed. What the fuck time is it, anyway?” I ask, running my hand through my messy hair.
“Eight,” he shrugs.
“In the morning?” I almost scream. My head protests the loud noise.
“Yeah, it’s when normal members of society wake up, you asshole,” Andy points out.
His cop buddies smile widely beside him, obviously trying to hold their laughter in.
“Not when they’ve just gone to bed two hours ago,” I point out.
“I want to ta
lk to my sister,” he says, ignoring me.
“She’s asleep. I’m not waking her up. Not after she’s only been asleep for two hours,” I point out. He rolls his eyes.
“Just go get her.”
“No. You sent some fuckwad to her place last night to try and entice her or some shit. It didn’t work, by the way, man. She doesn’t want some pencil dicked teenager. Fuck, I never knew a brother that was so concerned with his sister’s pussy and who she dates. What’s your deal?”
“You better shut the fuck up about my sister, right fucking now,” he growls. I watch as his friends hold him back.
I wouldn’t care if he wanted to go to blows. Hitting him would be kind of fun at this point—therapeutic.
“Why are you here? Hattie’s fine. She’s asleep. I’ll have her call you when she wakes up if you want her to, but she’s staying with me for the weekend, so don’t hold your breath waiting by the phone.”
“She was laid off yesterday because of you, and I want to make sure she’s okay, see if she needs anything,” he says.
I nod once, remembering the conversation she had with Kentlee last night about being let go from her job.
“I didn’t do anything to hurt her job. I dropped her off before her shift yesterday,” I say, wondering why he would think I would have anything to do with her job.
“Yeah, and her bank manager saw you with your gang affiliated cut and doesn’t want someone who is involved with trash like you working at her bank. So, Hattie lost the job she’s had for over a year because of her involvement with your punk ass,” Andy says.
He seems smug, very smug, which makes me think he had something to do with it.
“So what? You called her manager and talked to her ahead of time or some shit? How would she even know Hattie was with me?” I ask.
He pales slightly, which means I’ve hit the nail on the head.
“You’re the fuckin’ asshole here, man. You got your sister fired because she’s fuckin’ some guy you don’t like. Get over yourself. You don’t make her life decisions for her. Hattie’s an adult woman. She can date who she pleases. It isn’t for you or anybody else to decide who she spends her time with. That was a bullshit move you pulled,” I announce.
I watch as his buddies in blue look down at their boots, knowing this guy’s the asshole here, not me.
“Watch your fuckin’ back, biker. I’ll get my sister away from you and I’ll get your ass locked up.” He spits at my feet and then turns to walks away, his fuck buddies following closely behind him.
“That guy is a big brother pissed off and looking for trouble. You better keep a tight rein in on him,” Sniper says from behind me.
“Would you be like that if I was dating Mary-Anne?” I ask, turning to him.
“I would kill you, so it wouldn’t matter,” he says with almost no emotion.
“I’m your brother,” I balk.
“Yeah, and I know where your dick has been. If it ever went anywhere near my sweet baby sister, I’d kill you—slowly.”
Sniper doesn’t offer anything else before he turns and leaves, walking back toward his bedroom, to his wife, who is probably just as passed out as Hattie is.
I turn to leave as well, but Torch calls out to me before I make it even five steps.
“You want that girl, you really want her and you do right by her, then don’t let anybody talk you out of keeping her—not even yourself.”
“Torch, you’re gonna have to either get your past handled or move on, brother. This shit, it’s been eating you alive for too long,” I say as my response.
“Yeah.”
“Seriously. Whatever that bitch you had did to you, or you did to her, you have to move on or fix that shit,” I say. He nods.
“I know. It’s been so long, I don’t know how I would even fix it,” he admits.
“Show up and talk,” I say.
“Life ain’t that easy.”
“It can be.”
I walk away from him, leaving him alone with his bottle of Jack at eight o’clock in the morning. Torch doesn’t sleep; and when he does, he has nightmares. I don’t know what they’re about, and I’ve never asked him, not that I think he’d tell me if I did.
I do know he had a woman once, when he was in the military, but none of us have ever seen or met her. He claims it just didn’t work out, but there’s so much more to that story, it’s ridiculous. He’s tightlipped, though.
No amount of booze or drugs has ever made him open up about her to anybody. Year-by-year, it’s eating him alive, and if he doesn’t fix his shit, he’s going to continue to spiral down and never be able to dig his way back up.
I shake off thoughts of Torch as I walk back inside of my room. I’m surprised to find Hattie sitting with her back against the headboard, the sheet pulled up over her cute tits, and her hair messy as fuck around her face and shoulders.
“Andy was here,” she announces.
“He was,” I say, snubbing out my cigarette and stripping out of my clothes.
“He told you about my job,” she whispers.
“Yeah, he also basically admitted it was his doing,” I say as I climb in next to her and pull the sheet down off of her tits.
“Johnny,” she squeals.
“If we’re gonna have a discussion, I want to see those sweet tits of yours,” I murmur before I bend and take one of her nipples in my mouth and suck on it.
“I thought it was Willa,” she breathes.
“They probably both were part of it,” I murmur against her breast.
“I don’t have a job now, and I don’t know how I’m going to live on my own. I’m going to have to move back home,” she says as her voice trembles.
“Move to Bonners Ferry. The club owns lots of businesses, we’ll get you set up somewhere,” I say, sitting up and looking into her eyes, tired and red rimmed from crying and lack of sleep.
“I couldn’t do that,” she murmurs.
“Yeah, princess, you can. That’s what this club is about, helping each other. You’re my woman, you’ll have a job if you want it,” I announce.
“Where will I live?”
“We’ll find something today,” I suggest.
“We?”
“You don’t think that you’re movin’ here and you’re gonna be livin’ alone, do you?” I ask, arching a brow.
“I… we’ve only been seeing each other a little over a week,” she practically screeches.
“I know I’m not going anywhere, Hattie. I go on runs, and I’m in and out on club business all the time. I won’t be home every night, but when I am, I want to be in your bed,” I murmur kissing her soft lips.
“We’re crazy,” she whispers.
“Yeah, but it’s gonna be a fuckin’ wild ride, princess, so you better just hold the fuck on.”
Chapter Eleven
HATTIE
Live together.
Johnny wants to live together, and I’m considering it.
I’m so dumb.
It’s completely crazy.
Johnny’s head is resting against my stomach as he snores lightly. He’s been asleep for hours, but I can’t seem to shut my brain off. There is too much running around up there, too many made-up scenarios and too many worries to even begin to relax enough to sleep.
The phone on the floor buzzes and I reach down to grab it, not wanting to disturb him. I like having him wrapped around me. I have a feeling he isn’t really a cuddler and this is a rarity that I should soak up.
There’s a text message and I don’t want to read it but I accidentally catch a glimpse of the message. It prompts me to read the rest.
MOM: Hey baby, I need money. Your dad is at it again.
MOM: He’s getting really bad Johnny, please. Help me.
LEAVE HIM. I’LL HELP
MOM: I can’t do that he’d die. I just need a little money until my next check.
FOR YOUR NEXT FIX?
MOM: I can’t quit cold turkey.
MOM:
Please. I’ll die. It’ll be on you if I do. Can you live with yourself?
The messages are non-stop. Thousands upon thousands, and each and every time Johnny concedes and gives her money. His parents are addicts.
I gently place the phone down and close my eyes tightly, aching for him. No wonder he doesn’t want to talk about them, about his life while he lived with them as a boy.
I wonder what kind of hell he lived in as a child. I feel so sad for him, for the boy that he was, even if it was years ago. He has pain that will never go away; it will surely stay with him for his entire life.
“We need food,” he grumbles against my stomach.
I push all thoughts of his parents aside as his rough voice washes over me.
“That sounds good,” I murmur as I run my fingers through his hair.
“I’ll get your shit, we’ll shower, and I’ll feed you. Then we’ll go house hunting,” he says as he sits up and yawns, running his hand through his hair.
“Okay,” I murmur as I watch him.
He doesn’t say another word as he puts some jeans on and walks out of the room, barefoot and shirtless. I root around on the floor until I find his shirt from the night before and slip that on over my body while I start to pick up. I chuckle to myself, because he’s like me—his clothes are strewn all over the floor, everywhere.
I hear the door open and then close. I’m bent over, picking up a pair of Johnny’s jeans, when I feel his big hands span my hips. Then his bare cock slides between my center, grazing my clit then he repeats the motion.
“Johnny,” I sigh.
“Stay just like that,” he grunts as he gently guides his cock inside of me.
I inhale sharply as I grip his jeans tightly. My hands are on the floor and I’m completely bent in half, my legs already shaky.
“Fuck, it’s like your body was made for me, princess,” he says.
It’s guttural, on a groan, and it makes me whimper. How just his voice can do that, I don’t know.
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