by Carol Dawn
“Trigger, it seems your people skills are improving,” Prez says.
Glaring at him, I wait.
“Ha,” Ink barks out. “He has no people skills, Prez. He only has people skills around Thea, Brendon, and Sophia.”
“I like Thea, Brendon, and Sophia,” I say.
“See?”
“Shut the fuck up, Ink,” Brick says.
“Trig,” Bear says. “I want you to take a trip over to Miamisburg. Mac says he has some information you might find interesting. Take Ink with you, so I don’t have to hear him grump about being bored.”
“Hell yeah,” Ink shouts. “Let’s go, Trig. Time to give some ladies what they’ve been craving. Me.”
Fuck me.
“Don’t let the Soul Searcher’s kill him, Trigger,” Hawk says. “As messed up as he is, we kind of want to keep him around.”
“No promises,” I mutter.
“One last thing we need to discuss before we’re done,” Bear says. “Brick, what have you been up to?”
We all know that Brick has been sneaking around and hiding something. Every time I see him, he has new bruises somewhere on his body. He’s even become less talkative than I am.
“Honestly, Prez,” Brick says. “I don’t want to lie to you. But I just can’t tell you right now.”
Bear takes a moment before talking.
“Are you in trouble?” he asks.
“Nah.”
“Whatever you’re involved with, will it come back on the club?”
“Only if the club gets itself involved,” Brick says. “That’s why, for the moment, I need to keep it to myself.”
“I trust that you’ll come to me if you need help,” Prez says. “No matter what it is. No matter if the club gets any backlash. If you need help, you better come to us.”
Brick nods his head but doesn’t say anything further.
“Alright, get the fuck out,” Bear says.
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After telling Thea that I would be back in a few hours, Ink and I hopped on our bikes and made our way to the Soul Searchers compound. Now, we’re sitting here waiting on Mac to get out of a meeting.
“I thought you arrived at the clubhouse in your car,” Ink says. “Where the hell did your bike come from?”
“Garage,” I answer.
“Well, don’t go into too much detail,” Ink says, sarcastically. “We don’t have that kind of time.”
“Infernal Sons,” Mac says, walking into the room. “I was expecting you an hour ago.”
“We were here an hour ago, Mac,” Ink says. “You were too busy fucking around to care.”
Mac laughs, ignoring Ink.
“Trigger,” he says, turning his attention to me. “Something came up yesterday, and out of respect for you and the Sons, I thought you should know about it.”
My interest piques.
I wait silently for Mac to continue.
“Chains sent word that someone was after your woman,” he starts, sitting in the chair across the table.
I nod, already knowing that Bear and Chains updated all clubs in the area.
“We were given names of possible suspects,” he continues. “One of those names caught my attention. Marco Michaels. I’ve only just learned about Marco this past year. To say I was surprised at seeing his name in relation to the Sons would be an understatement.”
“Marco is Thea’s nephew’s father,” Ink says. “She recently obtained custody of the baby, but there doesn’t seem to be any hostility between them anymore.”
Marco has been coming around every other week. He’s given us no problems at all. He stays for an hour to visit Brendon, only when I’m there, then leaves.
I nod my agreement with Ink’s statement and wait.
“What Trig is silently asking is, what does Marco have to do with anything?”
“Have you ever heard of the Death Mongrels?” Mac asks.
The Death Mongrels are a motorcycle club about an hour away from Lebanon. They base their club in King’s Mills, Ohio. We stay out of their territory, and they stay the fuck away from ours.
“Yep,” Ink answers.
“Well, they have a VP by the name of Marco Michaels,” Mac says. “Rumer has it that Marco is pissed and looking for revenge. Something about bitches knowing their places and earning him money.”
“Maybe it’s a different Marco,” Ink says.
I have a gut feeling that it’s not.
“Besides,” Ink continues. “I thought the Death Mongrels VP was Breaker?”
Mac stands and grabs a tablet sitting on the table behind him.
“I had the same thought,” he says, messing with something on the tablet. “So, I had one of my men do some digging. The Death Mongrels were making a very public deal a few weeks back. My guy got these images from a security feed a couple of blocks away. This is their President, Dagger. And standing next to him is the VP Marco, Breaker, Michaels.”
I grab the tablet and look at the image. Sure enough, wearing a cut sporting the Death Mongrels colors stands Marco.
“Mother Fucker. I knew that weasel was up to something.”
“Can you forward that to me?” Ink asks.
“Sure thing. Listen, if it comes down to it, you all have the Souls at your back.”
“Thank you, brother. We need to get back to Thea before Trig here explodes.”
Shaking Mac’s hand, I nod my thanks, letting my appreciation show.
“Got your back, brother,” he repeats. “Just give us a call.”
Not wanting to wait another second, I turn and head for my bike.
I’m not sure what Marco’s endgame is, but I know one thing for sure. If he so much as harms the air around Thea and Brendon, I’ll make him suffer a fate worse than death.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Thea
Somethings wrong. When Mason came back from that other motorcycle club a few days ago, he was different. He didn’t treat me any differently, and he wasn’t any more or less silent than normal.
I could just feel that the air around him was different. More charged.
“I’m coming, honey,” I tell a crying Brendon. My little man is just over four months old and is teething.
I’m digging through the diaper bag, trying to find the infant pain reliever when the phone rings.
“Hello,” I answer, not bothering to check the ID.
“Hello, Little Bit. Why’s my favorite boy crying?”
“Hey Ted,” I reply distractedly. “He’s teething, and I can’t find the…Oh,” my hand lands on the bottle and I pull it out. “Crap, it’s empty.”
“What is?”
“Brendon’s pain medicine for his mouth. Do you think Parker’s Market is still open?” I ask.
“For another couple of hours,” Ted answers. “But you don’t need to be leaving the house this late at night with a baby. Plus, that man of yours probably has you on lockdown. I’ll run by and grab a couple of bottles and bring them to you.”
“No, that’s okay. We’ll be fine until Mason gets home in thirty minutes,” I reassure. “I’ll text and have him pick some up on his way.”
“Alrighty. Now, the reason I called,” he starts. “I’m thinking about closing the Book Bin indefinitely.”
I freeze in the middle of bouncing Brendon, causing him to whine.
“Sorry, honey,” I mutter and continue bouncing. “What do you mean closing it down indefinitely?” I ask, shocked. “You love that place. I can hardly get you to stay home on your days off.”
“I know, Little Bit,” he sighs. “But I’m getting old, and it’s a pain in my backside trying to keep that place and the furniture shop running. I needed to choose one to give up. Making furniture with my grandson brings more income in. As much as I hate it, The Book Bin has to go.”
“I’ll buy it from you,” I blurt out.
What the heck am I doing? I don’t have that kind of money. However, I can’t just let the bookshop go without a little figh
t.
“Already taken care of kiddo,” Ted chuckles. “That’s why I was calling. I have to let it go, but I’m letting it go to you. You’re in charge now, Little Bit. Better keep the coffee fresh and hot for my visits.”
“What?” I breathe. “Really? You’re giving it to me?”
“It’s all yours,” he answers. “Keep it closed until that man of yours gets everything under control, though. You hear me?”
“Of course,” I mutter.
“Alrighty. Time for this old coot to get to bed. Call me if you need me to grab that baby some medicine.”
Ted hangs up before I have a chance to reply.
What the heck just happened? I own the Book Bin now?
Wow!
Brendon starts crying, pulling me away from my shock-induced state.
“Crap,” I complain. “I’m a bad parent.”
I scroll down and hit the message icon on Mason’s name.
Me: Hey, can you stop and get some of that infant pain reliever for Brendon? He’s out, and his poor little mouth is hurting.
A few minutes later, my phone rings.
“Hey there,” I say above Brendon’s cry.
“Hey baby, how long has he been crying?” He greets.
“Half an hour or so,” I answer.
“Why didn’t you call me, little one?”
I try saying that I didn’t want to disturb him, but my little guy screams louder.
“I’m on my way,” Mason says in my ear. “Try sticking your knuckle in his mouth, baby. Let him chew on it. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
I flop down on the couch and do as Mason suggested. Amazingly, it worked. Poor fellow is still whimpering, but now he’s too busy going to town on my knuckle to cry.
“You’re one strange little dude,” I tell my pink-faced baby. “Your mama would have been so good at this. I’m sorry you got stuck with me, honey.”
We sit there long enough that Brendon eventually dozes off with his jaw still clenched on my finger.
He looks so peaceful that I’m terrified of moving. So, as slowly as I can, I lean back until I’m fully on the couch, tucked in the corner, so I don’t fall, and slip into dreamland with my wonderful nephew.
We were both so exhausted that neither of us noticed when Mason came home and carried us to our beds.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Trigger
I haven’t told Thea what I learned about Marco. Brick thinks it’s a mistake, and he’s probably right. But something else is going on. Mark, the man who attacked Thea, said that the person who paid him had a tattoo on his hand of a snake eating its own tail.
I’ve seen Marco every other week when he comes to visit Brendon. I’ve watched close with every interaction he’s had with my boy. I would have noticed if he had a tattoo on his hand.
Something doesn’t add up. I’m missing something, and it’s pissing me the fuck off.
“I don’t think he likes me,” an upset Thea says.
“What makes you think that, baby?”
“He never calms down for me when he cries,” she whines. “But the very second you’re within eyesight, he gets massively excited.”
“Brendon loves you, little one,” I reassure. “He only gets excited when he sees me because I’m not actually with him for a good chunk of the day.”
“Maybe,” she says, unconvinced.
I watch as she lifts the baby from the floor and places him in his swing.
My woman has the sexiest ass. I can’t wait to watch it bounce as I fuck her.
Speaking of fucking, my cock is pissed. I haven’t given him what he’s been screaming for going on three months now. But, every time the subject is brought up, Thea gets scared.
She’s comfortable with me eating her pussy now. Mainly because I tease the fuck out of her until she’s desperate for a release. Then I take my gift greedily.
However, she’s intimidated at the size of my cock. Which isn’t small in the least. She wanted to try and suck me off once, but her gag reflex is extremely sensitive. I didn’t want her to feel even more uncomfortable when it came to my dick. So, I use her little hand to pull those stressful releases from me.
“What are you thinking about?” She sits beside me with one leg under her ass and looks curious.
“Your pussy,” I state honestly.
Her face turns red, causing me to chuckle.
“What about it?” she asks so softly that I almost didn’t catch it.
“About how good it tastes. About how much I want to sink my cock balls deep inside you and spill every single drop of my seed.”
Thea crosses her legs back and forth. Looks like my little one is in need of her own release. She doesn’t say anything as she watches Brendon fall asleep in his swing.
But I can feel how hard she’s thinking. I want in on that internal conversation, but I wait quietly as she works through it.
“I think I might be ready,” she says. “But I’m afraid I’m going to mess something up or say something stupid.”
I grip her chin and turn her head in my direction.
“First things first, little one. I need a clear response. You might be ready for what?”
I already have an idea of what she’s talking about, but I want clear communication between us.
“You know.”
“Words,” I demand.
With a big dramatic sigh, she says, “I think I’m ready for intercourse.”
“Good girl,” I praise. “All you have to do is exactly what I say. Go to our room and wait for me while I put the big guy to bed.”
Without waiting for a reaction, I stand and lift my sleeping boy from his swing.
“Time for you to get to bed and let me play with your auntie, big guy.”
After laying Brendon down and making sure he’s sleeping peacefully, I turn on the baby monitor and make my way to my waiting woman.
“Is this okay?” She asks as soon as I walk through the door.
She’s lying on the bed wearing only my shirt.
Fuck yes, that’s okay. As a matter of fact, that will be the only thing she wears to bed for the rest of our lives.
“That’s your official pajama from here on out,” I gruffly say.
She giggles nervously.
“We’re not going to do any tying down tonight, little one,” I say when I notice her scarves sitting beside her.
Tying her spread eagle across our bed when I eat her is my favorite thing to do. It lets her know that she has no control. I don’t want her to feel that way tonight.
“I like the scarves,” she admits with a blush.
I chuckle, because I know it’s the truth. Tying her ass down gets my girl wild and screaming with an orgasm in no time.
“Don’t worry, baby. We’ll use those for round two. But the first time I’m inside you, when I take away your innocence, I want your legs wrapped tightly around my waist.”
“Two?”
“Oh yeah, little one. By the time I’m finished with you tonight, you won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”
I crawl my way to her legs and pull them apart.
No panties.
Good girl.
I lean in and slide my tongue up her already wet slit.
Flavor explodes across my tongue. I don’t hold back. I flatten my tongue to get as much of her flavor into my mouth as possible. I can tell any moment she’s going to fall.
I find her magic little bud and flick my tongue quickly up and down. Her hips rise from the bed, pressing my mouth firmer against her leaking pussy. I grab her ass and hold her up as I battle her body into submission.
With a scream to rival a banshee, she releases her pleasure all over my face. But I don’t stop. My woman’s a virgin, and I am not a small man. I need her as relaxed and wet as possible.
“One more!”
“I can’t Mason,” she shakes her head. “I don’t have anymore.”
“I fucking said give me another, little one,
” I demand in my lowest voice. “If I have to turn you over and tan this ass red, I’ll do it.”
Not waiting for an answer, I dive back in. My tongue is a machine demanding its reward. Knowing that my woman is already on the verge of another orgasm, I move my hand from under her ass and gently insert my finger inside her tight as fuck pussy.
Holy fuck, she’s going to break my dick.
I push my finger in deep until I feel the proof of her virginity. I can’t reach it enough to pop it while she orgasms, but I’ll make sure the pain is something she remembers the least amount when she thinks back to this moment.
With a few pumps of my fingers and a flicker of my tongue, her pussy squeezes down on my finger, trying to push it out as she releases another powerful orgasm. Looking up at her completely relaxed face, I know that now is the time to make her completely mine.
I quickly remove my boxers and crawl up until my knees touch her skin. Grabbing her legs, I push them toward her until her ass is lifted, and I can grab one more taste of my new favorite flavor.
“So sensitive,” she says, dazed.
Chuckling, I drop her back down and place my aching cock against her hole. Using more control then I thought possible, I slowly push until the tip of my cock is resting just inside of her weeping opening.
“Breathe, baby. Spread your legs wider and relax.”
Being the good girl I know she is, she does as instructed.
I slowly move the head of my cock in and out until I feel her walls slightly relax.
“Give me your hand, little one.”
I want to make sure that I can read her in every way. If she tries to hide her face, her hand will give me the warning that she’s in pain. Not wanting to cause her anxiety by waiting, I push in deeper until I’m pressed against the soft barrier of her womanhood.
Feeling her virginity against my dick, knowing that I’m about to break that wall and enter into a space that no man but me will ever be, has me wanting to beat my chest and growl to warn away any contender.
I pull back just slightly and shove past the wall keeping me from claiming my woman. Her hand squeezes mine and I know she’s in pain. Does it make me a monster that her pain causes me a great deal of pleasure?
