Sarge (Dixie Reapers MC 14): Bad Boys

by Harley Wylde

  “Oh, God. Lance, it feels so good and so…” She moaned. “I-I-I… I don’t know how to explain how it feels. It burns, but I like it.”

  I added a second finger, moving slow and shallow, then steadily going deeper. Every time she got close to coming, I’d back off her clit. I wanted her close, riding the edge, but not quite there yet.

  “How much can you handle, kitten?” I asked. “Because I can keep it right like this and just fuck your pretty pussy. You tell me how far is too far.”

  “I want both. I want it all. Everything you can give me.”

  Damn. My dick got hard as granite at her words. It had been a while since I’d been able to come more than once close together, until this woman. If anyone could make it happen, it was Katya, and she proved that again and again. Her tight little pussy had felt like heaven earlier, and I probably could have gone again if I hadn’t worried that she was in pain.

  I kept sliding my fingers in and out as I positioned myself behind her. I lined my cock up with her wet pussy and eased inside. She was just as tight as earlier, and felt just as amazing. I fucked her slow, wanting to take my time. Last time, I’d lost my head and it had been over far too soon.

  “I need more,” she said, her voice a near whine.

  “Kitten, I only have one dick. Not sure what you want me to do.” Then I had an idea. She’d mentioned watching multiple men fuck a woman. While I wasn’t about to let another man in here with us, didn’t mean we couldn’t pretend a little. “Close your eyes and don’t open them. We’re going to play a game of sorts.”

  Her eyes slid shut. “Game?”

  “You want more?” I asked.

  “Yes. So much more.”

  “Bet you’d like a man’s face between your legs right now. Licking that hard clit while I fuck you.” She whimpered and pressed back against me. Maybe this would work after all. “Can you feel his tongue? Feel it flick that little bud? Hear him moaning as he tastes you?”

  “Oh, God. Don’t stop.”

  “He’s working that pussy, making you all hot and slick.” Her hips jerked. “That’s it, kitten. Ride his face. Take what you want.”

  I slammed into her harder, her pussy sucking me in. While I took her hard and fast, I added a third finger to her ass. Jesus! I was close to fucking exploding with the way she gripped me.

  “He’s tonguing your clit so good. Come, kitten. Come right the fuck now. Come all over his face.” She screamed out as her release tore through her. Her pussy milked my cock, and I groaned with every thrust, emptying my balls and filling her with my cum. “That’s it, baby girl. You want him to lick up all the mess I just left?”

  “Yes! Yes, I want that.”

  I grinned. “Such a dirty girl. Let him lick that pussy clean, tease that clit some more too.”

  She whined and her body jerked again. I pulled out and my cock was still semi-hard. I stroked it as I watched my cum leak from her. Hottest fucking thing ever. My fingers were still stretching her out. I stopped long enough to add more lube and to slick my cock, even though her cream was still coating me. When I thought she was ready, and my dick was fully erect again, I pulled my fingers from her and placed the head of my cock between her ass cheeks.

  “You ready, kitten? Ready for me to fuck this ass?”

  “Please, Lance.”

  “Keep your eyes closed. You keep riding that guy’s tongue.” I had to be all kinds of fucked-up to even let her imagine another man in bed with us, but if it worked and made her happy, then I’d try it. Better than letting an actual man into bed with us. Besides, she hadn’t had a chance to fulfill her fantasies. I’d already tried several of mine. Only seemed fair that she got a shot. I worked my cock into her ass, trying to take it slow. I reached down between her legs and pinched her clit. Katya bucked and the next thing I knew I was balls-deep. Shit! “Damn, baby girl. Am I hurting you?”

  “It stings, but don’t stop. I want this.”

  I played with her pussy, wanting her to come while I was in her ass. She let out a loud keening sound and I felt the gush of her release against my hand. Her muscles clenched down on my dick and whatever patience I’d had evaporated. I gripped her hips and drove into her, riding her hard and fast. My hips jerked as I slammed into her again and again, not stopping until I came. I felt spurt after spurt empty inside her, and when I had nothing left to give, I pulled out.

  “Jesus Christ, woman. I think you about killed me.”

  She giggled, but her legs gave out and she collapsed onto her belly on the bed. She blinked at me, a sated look on her face. “We have to do that again.”

  “I really hope you don’t mean right now because I’m too old for this shit.”

  She yanked at the ropes. “You’re not old.”

  I lay down next to her, and kissed her cheek. “Kitten, I’m in my fifties. I’m far from being a spring chicken. But you’re making me feel young at heart.”

  Katya yawned and I untied her wrists. She slipped from the bed and I followed her to the bathroom. This time I didn’t fill the tub and leave her. I ran the shower and pulled her in with me, then took my time cleaning her and exploring that sexy little body. Too many more days like this one and I might have a heart attack, but there were worse ways to go than death by sex.

  Chapter Five

  Katya

  I felt like a zombie the next morning. Despite his fussing that he was too old, Sarge had found the stamina to make me scream his name twice more during the night. I ached, but in truly awesome ways. My ass was tender whenever I sat, but it was a small price to pay. My cheeks warmed as I thought about all the stuff I’d let him do, and all the things I had yet to try. At one point, he’d pulled up an online shop of sex toys and had me point out anything that looked intriguing.

  When my father had insisted I marry a man in the Bratva, I’d known my sex life would be less than desirable because it would have never been about me. With Sarge, he wanted to fulfill my fantasies and make me come multiple times. Well, fulfill them without inviting others into the bedroom with us. I’d been surprised when he’d made me imagine another man in bed with us, but it had worked. I’d not only gotten off, but I could have sworn I actually felt someone’s tongue on my clit. It had been amazing and I hoped he’d try that again at some point.

  I was fine with it only being the two of us. Truthfully, I didn’t think another man could ever compare to Sarge. It was one thing to pretend or imagine what it would be like, and another to actually follow through. I didn’t see me ever desiring anyone else. If I’d lasted this long without having sex, then it was safe to say that I was picky about who put their dick inside me.

  I sighed as I sipped at the coffee Sarge had brewed before he left, saying something about going for a run. I’d wondered how he kept in such great shape. Even though he’d told me multiple times he was in his fifties, I hadn’t wanted to believe him. Not that I had a problem with him being older, but he just didn’t look like an older man. Whatever he was doing, it was working. Maybe running kept him in shape. From the things he purchased at the grocery store, it was clear that he ate healthy, or relatively so.

  “You the reason some jackass is at my gate bellowing about his daughter?” a deep voice said behind me.

  I spun, my coffee sloshing over the rim of my mug. A silver fox stood in the kitchen doorway, his arms folded over his chest, and a stern look in his eyes. I skimmed him quickly, noting the black vest said Torch -- President. No, not a vest. Sarge had informed me it was called a cut. Shit. This was the man in charge.

  “You going to answer me or just stare?” he asked.

  “S-sorry. Um, what jackass is at the gate?”

  He closed his eyes and shook his head, but I saw the smile play across his lips. “Damn. No wonder Sarge grabbed on and didn’t let you go. All right, pretty girl. Let’s try this a different way. I’m Torch and this is my club. There’s a man at the gate, Russian, who claims we’ve taken his daughter.”

  I tried to process those word
s, but it was hard. My brain refused to accept my father could have found me. I’d been so careful, turned off any GPS that could have let him track me. It couldn’t be him, right? Then again, what other Russian man would be at the gate asking for his daughter to be returned?

  “Don’t suppose you have another Russian woman here?” I asked.

  “Nope. You’re it.”

  I sighed and took a gulp of my coffee. Then another. I was starting to wish I’d spiked it. Now that Sarge had taken my virginity, and in the most spectacular way at that, there was no way I could go with my father unless I wanted to end up like my sister, and that was a fate I wasn’t willing to accept.

  “I turned off my GPS,” I said. “It can’t really be my father.”

  Even as I said it, I knew he was here. No other Russian would be looking for me, unless it was someone he’d sent. Either way, I wasn’t leaving with them. No fucking way. I’d go down fighting. Assuming Sarge didn’t just lock me up to protect me from the big bad wolf at the gate. That was a distinct possibility. Probably a good thing he wasn’t here right now.

  “One way to find out,” Torch said, pulling out his phone. He tapped at the screen for a minute before putting it away again. “I’ll have someone sweep your car. It’s possible they put a tracker on it, one you couldn’t just turn off and on.”

  What he said made sense. It was exactly the sort of thing my father would do. Either that, or microchip me like a damn dog. I really hoped that wasn’t the case. I’d cut off my damn arm to get it out if need be. Thankfully, I didn’t remember a time he’d have had the opportunity to do something like that. Not in the last six years anyway. Maybe when I was younger, but back then he’d only cared about Liliya and how she could advance his career. She’d always been the pretty, sweet, submissive one out of the two of us. Or at least she’d portrayed herself that way.

  “Do you want any coffee?” I asked. “Sarge made it right before he left to go running.”

  “Already had two cups today. If I have another, my wife will nag me about being healthier. She’s determined I’ll live to the ripe old age of three hundred.”

  I snorted and took another swallow. “Does she realize that means you’ll still be here after she’s gone?”

  He shrugged a shoulder and leaned against the doorframe. “She’s younger than me. By quite a lot, actually. I’ll be dying before her whether she likes it or not, but I don’t plan to go anytime soon. I’m sixty-one so I have at least another ten or twenty years in me. Maybe more if I hand this club off to someone younger. I was hoping my son would take over one day, but I had daughters first.”

  “And girls can’t run a club like this?” I asked.

  “Considering they sent contract killers after my wife’s stepmother, I wouldn’t be surprised in the least if they tried to take over. Although, I’m not sure the world is ready for them to have that sort of power.”

  My eyes about bugged out of my head. His kids did what? Just what sort of children was he raising? Wolves? Grizzlies? Maybe we should put his daughters on the front lines for the next war. We might win within minutes.

  “My oldest is thirteen now, but that happened several years ago. I’d like to say she learned her lesson, but if she keeps hanging out with my VP’s kids, I can only imagine the horrors I’ll be facing over the next five years,” he said. “Venom’s kids are… Well, they’re hellions, pure and simple. Mariah is close to my Lyssa in age, but Farrah is sixteen. That one is pure trouble.”

  “How old is your son?” I asked.

  “Hadrian is five, and completely different from my girls. He’s very shy and laid back. Sweet boy. I only hope he stays that way, at least when it’s needed. He’ll have to be tough to be part of this club, but I want him to be fair.”

  “I still say you should hand the reins over to your daughter. She might surprise you. Not all women are weak and need to be protected.”

  He arched an eyebrow. “That so? Then by all means. Go see your daddy at the gate.”

  Did he just issue me a challenge? Did he expect me to back down? I threw my shoulders back, set my coffee down and brushed past him. When I got outside, I slid into my car and drove toward the gate with Torch following on his motorcycle. I stopped the vehicle at the edge of the clubhouse, where a line of bikes sat parked. Getting out, I gathered my courage and approached the gate and my father, who looked like he might explode at any moment. His face was nearly purple, his lips bracketed by tension lines, and his eyes snapping fire. Yeah, he was pissed he’d had to come after me.

  “Did you think I’d not protect my assets after the stunt your sister pulled?” he asked as I stopped far enough away he couldn’t reach through and grab me.

  “I don’t know how you found me, but I’m not going back with you. I’m staying here.”

  “Nyet. You’re coming home to fulfill your obligations, Katya. You will not ruin this for me like your sister did.”

  I tipped my chin up a little and stared down my nose at him. It was a look I’d often used on handsy guys in college, but never before on my father. The tic in his jaw said he didn’t appreciate my defiance, but too fucking bad.

  “You don’t own me. I’m not your property. I’m a living, breathing woman and I said I’m not going with you. That’s final.”

  “Suka!”

  “Call me all the names you want, Father. You can’t get in here and I’m not coming out there. Not unless I’m armed, in which case you’d be better off in your bulletproof car because I will shoot your stupid ass.”

  He let loose a string of Russian that would have made me wince in the past, but Sarge had given me a newfound courage. I’d never been a coward before, but I had always obeyed my father. That time had come to an end, and I was more than happy to tell him exactly what I thought of him.

  “I’m not yours to command. I was never yours.” I screamed the last part, making him stop, his chest heaving and his eyes narrowed.

  “When did she tell you?” he asked.

  When did who tell me what? What did he … Oh hell no. “Are you telling me that all this time you’ve demanded my obedience and you’re not even my real father? I fucking hate you! You’re nothing but a monster and I hope you choke and die.”

  I heard a crunching sound behind me and spun to find Flicker standing next to Torch, munching on popcorn of all damn things. I wanted to ask if he was enjoying the show, but the smirk he wore spoke volumes. When Torch reached over to grab a handful too, I nearly lost it and started laughing, but I held it together. Barely.

  Facing the man I’d always thought was my father, I stared him down until he flinched. “Who is my real dad?”

  “Could have been anyone,” he said dismissively.

  And that’s when I knew. She hadn’t cheated on him. He’d used her like a whore to get where he was today. And he was the reason she was gone. I’d always known that last part, but I’d never understood exactly what he’d done to her. I’d been a kid, but as an adult woman living in the Bratva world, I knew what he’d expected of her.

  “How many?” I asked, my tone deceptively soft. “How many times did you whore her out around the time I would have been conceived? How many men did you let fuck her because it helped you in some way?”

  “I let young Konstantin Bykov have her many times, as well as others. Until I realized she actually enjoyed being with him. Then I had to make an excuse for him to no longer have access to her.” Voronin studied his hands. And yes, he was Boris Voronin now and never again would I think of him as my father.

  I thought over his words and knew in my gut that Konstantin had likely fathered me. Our coloring was very close, and while I’d never seen pictures of him when he was younger, my sister had often commented that our noses and mouths held a similar shape. It wasn’t until now that I realized she’d known all along. The way she’d said it, the sly looks… somehow, she’d known that Voronin wasn’t my father.

  I looked around, my gaze landing on a short length of pipe on the gr
ound nearby. I went to pick it up, hefting the weight in my hands and assessing the best place to grip it. Swinging it a few times, I decided if the asshole wanted to come get me, I’d let him. And then I’d beat the shit out of him.

  “Let him in,” I said. “He wants me? He can come physically make me leave. If he dares. Just check him for weapons first. Boris Voronin never plays fair.”

  “Have you lost your fucking mind?” Torch asked from behind me. “Anything happens to you, so much as one scratch, and Sarge is going to come unglued.”

  I glanced at him. “You scared of your own man? One who doesn’t even have a title in your club?”

  His jaw tightened. “I’m more concerned for the damage he’ll do to anyone and anything in his path if you get hurt. I’ve never known him to want to keep a woman before, which means you’re special. Besides… you’re not just his woman.”

  Flicker started laughing and then choked on his precious popcorn. Good. Served him right. “Oh, God. If you’re going to tell her, at least let me go get some of the others. I can’t wait to see how this plays out.”

  “You’re a dick,” I told him.

  “Whatever you say… Mommy.” He grinned and I growled at him. “That’s right. You belong to Sarge, and since I’m married to his daughter…”

  I flipped him off and focused on Voronin again, but I heard Flicker’s laughter and his steps as he left. Only a moment later, there was a loud stomping of boots and I could have sworn a stampede was heading my way. A quick look assured me it was just Flicker and about four other bikers. Awesome. So glad I could be the entertainment for today.

  “I’m going to charge admission,” I told them.

  When a handful of money landed at my feet, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I burst out laughing. My stomach hurt as I leaned over, trying to catch my breath, but my eyes were watering I was laughing so hard. These guys were too fucking much, but I was starting to like them. Even the ones I didn’t yet know. If they were anything like Flicker, Sarge, and Torch, then I’d get along with them just fine.