by A P Foote
Cass went ahead and dug a hole in the center of the supply. Smart man. There’s enough room for me to climb up and spread the juice over everything. I hand Cass the can which he tosses into the middle of the pit.
This has to be killing him. All these illegal substances and he can’t call it in. I silently laugh to myself.
“Now what?”
Seriously? Now what? What does he think we’re supposed to do after soaking everything in gas? Lie in it?
“Light it up,” I say with a hand gesture. He shrugs retrieving a zippo from his pocket, flicking it open. “Whoa, whoa, cujo, wait till we get out of the metal coffin.”
He nods, following me out. His thumb flicks the flint, tossing it into the container, igniting the dope, sending The Power’s lively hood up in flames, burning their very reason for existing in a world where they have no place.
Looking to the man who could possibly take my very reason for existing, one look in his eyes tells me everything I need to know. No matter what I have to do, I’ll do anything to keep Kat, whether that be killing him, or having to co-exist.
“Let’s go,” I yell over the roaring of the flames, grabbing his arm and bolting out the front door this time. Nix meets us at the fence as we all slip through the hole we came through. We don’t make off yet, staying around to admire our handywork. It’s beautiful, the flames dancing in the night of the winter sky. Flames licking away the cold for just a brief moment.
“Clyde, we need to go. This place will be flooded with cops any time,” Nix urges, pulling me by the arm. The entire warehouse is ingulfed in flames by now and the only thing left is to wait for a response. If they have the balls.
We dash back to the fields, mounting our bikes. “Nix, go back. Cass, we’re going to Rainier.”
Kat
“Fuck!” Dalton growls, gripping my hips with fervent, primal need, pushing and pulling them on top of his, thrusting his enormous cock deeper and harder inside me.
The mixture of endorphins and Vicodin in my system create an ecstasy that I’ve visited one too many times in my life. It’s addictive; he’s addictive.
I throw my head back and close my eyes, reveling in my euphoric world. “Ah, ah, mmm.”
I moan, riding the beyond sexy, beyond desirable badass beneath me. He grunts and growls lifting me up and down slamming his hips against mine. One minute I’m filled to the hilt and the next he’s retreated, rolling me under him, flipping me onto my stomach. He lifts me to my knees, lining our hips before thrusting back inside. “Ah, shit, fuck!”
He pumps those powerful hips in and out, and the force has my ass slapping against his thighs in a repetitive rhythm. A hand slides up my back, his fingers lingering on the huge scars that mar my skin, and into my hair, grabbing a fistful. It stings only for a second until he pulls my neck back, forcing me to my hands while his mouth begins its assault against my pulse.
God, he feels amazing inside me. He’s rough but not too rough. His dick fills me each way it needs to in size, and every time he puts his hands on me I can’t think straight, making my skin tingle all over from the rushing adrenaline and the skin to skin contact.
Thank god for the pain pills or this would not be happening.
“Oh, god, D! Harder!”
He snickers breathlessly, letting go of my hair and gripping my hips.
“This is all about you baby,” he pants, grabbing my hips tight, pulling me to him, his hips meeting mine. He reaches an arm around me, his fingers circling my clit in a clockwise motion building the pressure deep into my core. The pressure builds and builds every time his hips rock, forcing his dick a little farther into me, hitting my G-spot over and over again. The blood begins pooling into my clit swelling under his touch.
Dalton doesn’t recede completely when he tilts his hips forward making sure the head of his cock slides against the inside walls, and I explode.
“Ooooh, mm mm, ahhh.” My eyes practically roll into the back of my head. This man has driven me beyond anything I have ever felt before. He grunts and moans, his teeth securing me in place. He doesn’t do it hard enough to break skin or really hurt, but enough to heighten the experience while he finds his own release deep inside me.
The palm of his hand covers my entire pussy at the same time, strumming my clit with his digits keeping my explosion going. I’ve squirted, and for the first time in my life I have just had the ultimate orgasm.
He replaces the strumming with rubbing spreading my heat around my entire sex and his. He keeps me coming while he empties what’s left in him until I collapse on the bead bringing him down on top of me. He kisses my neck, in between his breath tickles my ear.
“Oh my god, you’re fucking amazing, Ka—”
Bang!
Dalton’s weight leaves me, his knee bumping into my side in his haste. He scrambles to the nightstand, fumbling with the drawer, forcing it open for the gun within.
All in one motion he swings around, erection and all to face the intruders, his weapon pointed directly at Clyde’s head.
Oh, fuck. Clyde and Cass.
“What. The. Hell!” Clyde growls through gritting teeth. The tension is palpable and looking at Clyde standing there bowed up, red faced and the murderous rage pouring out of his eyes has me nervous.
“Shit,” I curse under my breath, scrambling for the sheet under me.
Fucking sheet. Clyde’s anger explodes with one side glance at my situation. He lunges for Dalton, but he doesn’t get far when Cass moves with him, wrapping his arms around him, taking him to the floor.
“Get off me, you fucking pig!” Clyde bellows. Him and Cass are making these god-awful noises in their fight for dominance.
Crawling on my knees to the edge at the bed my anxiety spikes, I’m too fucking high for this shit. “Stop!”
But they do nothing, Clyde throws a punch connecting with Cass’s mouth. His lip splits against his teeth fueling his rage. He rears back pounding into Clyde’s face over and over. The first few times he misses, Cass’s superior reflexes prove to be something not to mess with.
I look with pleading eyes to Dalton. “Do something, they’re gonna kill each other!”
“Fine,” he huffs rolling his eyes. Dalton approaches Cass from behind, leaning over him and grabbing his twin off a bleeding Clyde.
“Let me fucking go! Let me fucking go!” Cass repeats fighting against Dalton’s massive, naked frame.
Clyde jumps to his feet ready to attack Cass. I do the stupidest thing I have ever done in my life, I jump between the raging bulls, my sheet falling to the floor baring myself for all to see. That doesn’t matter right now. What matters is stopping these testosterone-filled dicks from killing each other.
Clyde doesn’t realize I’ve stepped between them, and his muscular body pushes me pinning me between him and Cass. Cass has stopped all movement; at least he sees me. Or it’s because me being naked and him being a man and going through a dry spell that he wouldn’t miss tits and ass bouncing around.
“You’re hurting me!” My struggle is muffled against his chest.
“Fuck,” Clyde curses backing up. He stalks over to the wall throwing a right hook into it, caving in the sheet rock.
“You done?”
Clyde cuts his eyes at me pacing back and forth. The twins exchange words behind me. All I hear is I’m good before D’s snatching the sheet from off the floor and handing it to me.
My modesty is not a priority at the moment, but I appreciate the gesture and cover myself. Clyde snorts shaking his head, barely sparing a glance. This goes on for maybe five minutes. Us standing here while Clyde paces his aggression out. Finally, he stops throwing his hands up in a questioning gesture. “Why?”
He wants to know fucking why?
“Why what, Clyde?”
He throws a hand toward the twins. “Why?!”
Oh that. Ugh do I really need to answer that?
Maybe if I suck him off, he’ll forget why he’s mad at me.
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“Yeah,” he scoffs, shaking his head. If he keeps shaking it like that, he’s going to need a chiropractor.
“I’d like to know the same thing, and put some fucking pants on bro.”
I swing around to glare at Cass.
He wants to… oh, hell no.
“You don’t start,” I say and turn back to a seething Clyde. “Look, I’m sorry okay? The past few days I’ve really been struggling emotionally, and Dalton has been there for me.”
“So, you fuck him as payment?”
He did not just say that to me. How fucking dare he!
“Fuck you! You think you can say a few sweet words to me, get me all hot and bothered, fuck me, and everything’s supposed to be all hunky dory?”
Clyde dips his head in shame. “I’m sorry, I just… I love you, Kat, you know that. But then you go and do this to me.”
“If you loved me you wouldn’t have cheated on me, if you loved me you wouldn’t have kicked me out of the club.” I take a few daunting steps toward him, gripping the sheet tighter around me. “If you loved me, you would have done everything in your power for that day not to happen.”
My anger is overriding the sadness and grief threating to spill out. The tears rolling down my cheeks are a mixture of that. Clyde’s eyes are red, he’s visibly upset but that’s how I’ve been the past few years with him and with my life. The only thing I’ve had since Dad died is the bar. Clyde wasn’t there, he didn’t try to change or even check on me. Instead I had to deal with the club, he couldn’t be bothered.
“Can I talk to her alone please?” He looks past me to Dalton and Cass.
“You okay with that, Kat?” Dalton asks from behind.
“Sure,” I whisper, looking everywhere but at Clyde.
“We’ll be in the other room.”
I nod waiting for the door to click shut. Clyde moves to the bed, perching himself on the edge, patting the empty space beside him. “Come sit. Please.”
Okay, I’ll give him this he did just catch me in bed with another man, I know how I would feel if the roles were reversed.
He fidgets with his ring before he speaks. “You remember when we were kids? You were thirteen and I was twenty. You were helping your dad work on his bike in the garage, I think he needed a part he didn’t have so he left you there to get one. That kid, damn what was his name? Cash that was it, he was eighteen at the time. He was on his bicycle and rode by your house, saw you alone and decided to stop.”
“Oh that, yeah I remember.”
“I happened to be on a run, being freshly patched, some of the guys brought me along on this particular run for… reasons. I saw him grab you and I instantly became enraged. You were so young, and no one was there to protect you, so I had to. That fucking punk didn’t know what hit him, I ripped him away and beat the holy hell out of him.” He smiles satisfied by his actions.
“You told me no one was ever going to hurt me again,” I say, picking at the lint stuck to the white sheet.
“I failed you, Kat.” He pouts, wiping away the tears trailing his cheeks.
Is that why he’s been the way he has?
“Not even just this time and I was right fucking there. I kept you close but just enough away to protect myself. I was such an asshole to you, but I thought if I kept that part of me shut off it wouldn’t hurt as bad the next time I failed you. But you were always there, after everything you never left me or betrayed my trust.” He sniffs, sliding his hand to cover mine. I embrace it, tracing the flower tattoo covering his hand. He inhales deep, blowing out a ragged breath. “Whatever you decide, I’ll accept your decision.”
Wow, I was not expecting that answer. I know he’s a great man deep down, I’ve seen it and felt it, I just need him to knock those walls down he’s put up if there will ever be any chance of us.
“I love you, Clyde, I always have and always will, but that trust isn’t there. It’s going to take a while to build that back. And Dalton…” My breath comes out heavier than I anticipated, I break eye contact. “He’s an amazing guy. He’s sweet, empathetic, passionate, and he doesn’t care what others might think.”
He stiffens, pulling his hand free of mine. Leaving me feeling empty and heart broken. “Okay, if that’s your choice.”
“No, that’s not what I—” He stands to leave. No this is not happening he’s not walking away from this, from me. My hand instinctively shoots to his arm, stopping him from going anywhere. “I want you all.”
He scoffs rolling his neck toward me. We stare at each other, one waiting for the other to speak up first. He takes the lead. “You’re fucking serious.”
My spine stiffens, growing just a few more inches. “Yeah, I am.”
“And when you say all of us you mean… me, Dalton, and Cass?”
I nod, confirming.
“You want us to pass you around?”
Well when he puts it like that it sounds fucking horrible.
“No. Share,” I croak. My throat’s getting hoarse again, the pain killers must be wearing off. Clyde’s face tightens, I can tell he’s rolling it over in his head, but by his expression he seems more repulsed by it than anything.
He doesn’t say anything, but he jerks his arm out of my hand. He won’t look at me or even acknowledge me anymore. He just walks to the door, opens it, and leaves.
I guess that’s it, I got my answer. I should have known he would never accept that. But what’s the difference than the way other members, including him, have shared women before? I don’t get that.
My heart twists in my chest; who am I to ask him to do that? Me and my big fucking mouth. Everything comes rushing back to me in waves. The anger and hurt, the pain from my injuries all flood me at one time. Sharp pains stab at me with every body-racking, silent sob.
Just then, Cass walks in. “Shit, are you okay, Kat?” He rushes next to me, petting my head with his hand, smoothing my hair back from my face.
“N—n—no, medicine.” My eyes are closed hiding from the burning light. I overdid it, but my need for instant gratification overrides what the ramifications would be after the fact.
Cass snatches the pills off the nightstand.
I didn’t even know Dalton brought them in here.
He pops the top fingering two from the bottle. God I just want this pain to end. “Open.”
I do as he says, taking the water he’s holding and throwing it back. The cool water rushes down my throat taking the heaven with it, and now all I have to do is wait for it to kick in. We sit there frozen in time, Cass giving me all the time I need to feel better.
Now he wants to be a fucking gentleman. He’s kind of turned into a dick too but it’s a cop out. I need to figure him out more before I open up to him again.
For a while he strokes my hair, running a hand up and down my back, keeping me calm until the time is right.
Finally, when the pain subsides, my hands stop shaking, the sharp pains are dull, and I can even open my eyes again. When I do, I see a smiling Cass staring back at me.
“There’s those beautiful eyes. You okay?” he questions, dipping his head to kiss my temple.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” I wipe the water from my eyes sitting a little straighter. Cass watches me with those beautiful, sexy blue’s a small hypnotizing smile playing his lips.
What’s he smirking about. I stare back, lifting my best people’s brow.
“Polyamory huh?”
Well, at least I don’t have to explain it twice. How the hell does he know? Unless he was eavesdropping, or Clyde said something on his way out.
“Whatever you want to call it. But it doesn’t matter, Clyde didn’t go for it.” I throw my hand in the direction of the door.
Cass’s eyebrows shoot into his perfect hairline, squinting an eye before he says, “Then why is he outside pacing the yard mumbling to himself?”
“He is?” My excitement skyrockets.
“He is, but I have a question,” he says, facing me wit
h a bent leg under him. “Why is he fisting a leather vest?”
Oh, crap.
Okay, so I knew I would have to tell them eventually. I was hoping it would have been later buuuut, I guess any time’s as good. How do I tell them though? It’s not normal and probably doesn’t exist anywhere, where there is a female member. Nonetheless an Enforcer. Hold on a second…
“Wait, you would be okay with all of us dating?” I give him a questioning look.
