“I don’t believe that,” his mother gasped.
“Of course you don’t—Bret’s the fuckin’ golden boy.”
“Chet, watch your language!”
“As far as Autumn goes, yeah, we’re together, and I don’t give a fuck if you, Dad, or anybody else approves ’cause I’m not asking permission. Bret beat the shit outta her—did he tell you that one?”
“He’d never do something like that. Your father’s right—you’ve always been a troublemaker and very jealous of your brother.”
“Jealous of a pansy-ass? Nah. Disgusted? Yeah. Disdainful? Fuck yeah. But never jealous. So, is the loser at the house seeking protection from you and Dad?”
“Stop talking about your brother like that. What’s wrong with you? You abandoned your family to live with hoodlums, and now you’re flaunting the fact that you’re with that … that horrid woman who broke your brother’s heart? Why aren’t you normal?”
“If Dad, Bret, and the way you always take Dad’s side against me is normal, then I’m fuckin’ thrilled not to be normal. You think what you want. I’m done.” He clicked off the phone and didn’t pick up when his mom called back.
Anger flashed through him, and Chains took several deep breaths to calm down before he went inside the clinic. Bret had been dodging him ever since he’d abused Autumn. He knew Bret was in town, but he hadn’t shown up at his place of work, his condo, none of his friends’ houses, or any of his usual haunts. Even upon questioning Teresa at her apartment, she’d claimed that she didn’t know where Bret was. Chains figured the asshole was working remotely, and now he was pretty sure he was at their parents’ house.
When Autumn had told him a few weeks ago that Bret had called and asked to get back together, Chains had scoured the town looking for him to no avail. A fierce stab of possessiveness had hit him, and it was at that moment he’d realized how much Autumn meant to him.
The phone’s ringtone sliced through his thoughts and he picked up his cell and shouted, “What?”
“Don’t chew my head off.” Autumn’s voice was warm and bright like a beam of sunshine.
The anger jabbing his gut dulled, and the corners of his mouth turned up. “Sorry, I didn’t look at the name before answering.”
“Oh. Who was it meant for?”
“No one, really. What’s up?”
“I was wondering how long you were planning to stay in the parking lot.” She let out a small laugh.
Chains looked at the front window and saw her peeking out of the Venetian blinds. “I’m coming in.”
“Come around back and I’ll let you in.” A tremor of excitement laced her voice.
Desire replaced anger as he quickly got out of the car. “I’m headed there now.” He slipped the phone into the pocket of his leather jacket and hurried across the lot.
When he rounded the corner of the building, he saw Autumn standing just outside the back door. She looked breathtakingly beautiful in a dark green lace top and a pencil skirt, which fit her to perfection, and complemented the dazzling copper highlights the afternoon sun had brought out in her hair. Blood rushed to his groin and his dick twitched.
Autumn’s spellbinding eyes danced in merriment as she watched him close the distance between them. As soon as the heady scent of her perfume engulfed Chains, he yanked her to him without thinking, then kissed her deeply.
“I missed you, babe,” he whispered.
“We were together last night,” she murmured.
“It feels like a fuckin’ lifetime.” Pulling away, he gripped her hand. “Come on.”
Once inside the building, she wiggled out of his grasp, and he followed her into the office. Thor immediately leapt up and rushed over to Chains; he petted the dog, then took out a bully stick from his pocket and gave it to him. The dog dashed over to the corner of the room and happily chewed on the bone.
“He likes that,” Autumn said.
“And I like these,” Chains whispered as he cupped her tits.
“I’m at work,” she said, glancing over his shoulder at the door.
“And why’s that a problem?” He nuzzled her neck, then licked and nipped the sensitive spot near her ear, knowing it drove her fucking wild.
“Chains,” she whispered, and then pushed away. “Let me lock the door.”
He watched her ass move so damn seductively in the tight skirt, and his dick hardened even more. When she came back over, he snagged her around the waist and crushed their mouths together, his tongue charging in as he consumed her. Autumn’s large tits brushed his chest with each breath she took; the feel of her nipples hardening fueled his lust even more. He ground against her and a gritty moan ripped through her throat. Chains pulled back, their eyes reflecting one another’s desire. Placing her fingers on his crotch, he said huskily, “Feel what you do to me?”
Autumn pressed closer to him as if trying to fuse their heat together. She kissed the base of his throat, then ran her tongue up to his chin.
“Fuck, baby. How do you make me think of you all the time?” he rasped.
“I was going to ask you the same question,” she whispered.
He gripped the lace fabric of her top and pulled it over her head and then he stepped back, his gaze taking in her satin bra and the goosebumps carpeting her skin. Chains whistled under his breath as his fingers traced over the fabric.
“Your tits are fuckin’ sexy covered in all that soft material.” He smiled as Autumn’s cheeks reddened. He lowered his head and kissed each breast through the fabric, then dipped his tongue down into her soft cleavage.
She arched her back as her hard nipples strained against the bra. With one fluid movement, he unclasped the front hook and Autumn’s heavy tits popped out.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” he said as he played with her nipples, tweaking and then tugging them.
She moaned and squirmed under his touch and he intensified it, loving the sounds she made. Chains flicked Autumn’s erect nipples back and forth with the tip of his fingers, and she bucked when he pinched one nipple while capturing the other one between his teeth. Her hands moved down to his throbbing cock and began to unzip his jeans, but Chains batted them away.
“If you touch my dick, I’m gonna blow before I can fuck you, darlin’.” Chains then reached behind her, unbuttoned her skirt and pulled it down as she lifted one leg and then the other. He tossed the skirt aside then leaned back on his heels admiring how sexy she looked in nothing but ivory lace panties and high-heeled brown pumps.
“Get over here,” he commanded.
She took a few steps then leaned into him. His mouth moved from her shoulders upward, capturing her bottom lip with his teeth before kissing her hungrily.
“Chains,” she murmured.
His fingers slid under her panties, parted her swollen lips, and plunged deep inside her wet slit. Autumn gasped then ground against his hand.
“Is it good?” he said hoarsely.
“Yes, so damn good,” she panted.
“I fuckin’ love how wet you are—it tells me how badly you want me.”
She grabbed at the hem of his T-shirt, pushing it up. “I want you real bad.”
Chains pulled back and whipped off the shirt, and she leaned forward and licked his tattoos before flicking his nipples with the tip of her tongue. A feral growl rumbled deep in his chest, and he spun her around and with a leg between her, he pushed her forward, bending her over so that her upper body was flat on the desk and her ass was up in the air. He pushed down her panties, ordering her to step out of them, and then he spread her legs wide, exposing her wet pussy and firm ass to him.
He brought his mouth close to her ear and said, “So sexy and ready.” Chains unzipped his jeans then pushed them and his boxers down.
She wriggled her butt against his erection and looked over her shoulder and winked, and he about exploded.
Chains leaned over and took her arms and spread them out. “I’m gonna fuck you real hard, darlin’,” he whispered before ki
ssing her neck.
“You better,” she said, her gaze locked on his.
“You’re pretty fuckin’ sassy aren’t you?” he asked before swatting a firm ass cheek.
Strangled yelps of pleasure escaped through her lips, and her eyes burned with desire. Autumn’s behind wiggled again and her thighs tried to clench together, but Chains held them apart. He raised his hand and planted a couple more smacks on that lush ass.
“You like that?” he said as he rubbed her clit, the sweet nub growing rigid with each stroke. He bent down and licked the reddened areas on her butt then gently nipped the soft flesh.
“You’re killing me,” she moaned softly.
Holding his dick, he pushed the tip of it against her heated wetness then pushed inside, and her pussy grabbed hold of it. Chains pulled out and looked at his cock glistening with her juices. Then he slammed into her, shoving in and out, his fingers digging in her hips.
“You’re mine, baby. Don’t ever forget it,” he grunted while pummeling into her.
“And you better not forget you’re mine,” she sputtered between pants.
Chains slipped a finger between her drenched folds and feverishly rubbed the side of her sweet spot until tight muscles spasms grabbed his dick as she exploded, her hand covering her mouth to contain her orgasmic sounds.
As her insides clutched around him, Chains couldn’t hold back any longer. Throwing his head back, his body stiffened, and he gripped Autumn’s hips as he released his hot seed inside her.
“Fuck, Autumn,” he growled before pulling her up and wrapping his arms around her. “I’ve never met a woman like you,” he breathed in her ear.
Autumn placed her hands behind her, around his waist. Tilting her head back, he met her gaze. “I’m so happy we found each other,” she said softly.
Chains bent down and kissed her deeply then held her close until someone knocked on the door.
“Dr. Stanford?” a woman said.
“Yes, Christina,” Autumn replied as she pulled away and started dressing quickly.
Chains pulled up his boxers and jeans then perched on the edge of the desk watching her in amusement.
“Dr. Jenkins wants you in Room Two. He has a cocker spaniel in there and wants your opinion on something.”
“Tell him I’ll be right there.”
Chains drew her to him and she giggled softly, trying to untangle his arms from around her.
“I have to go,” she whispered, her gaze darting to the closed door.
He kissed her again then let her go. “How long will you be?”
“Not long. It sounds like Mark wants my input on whatever’s going on with the spaniel.” She rushed over to an oval mirror on the wall and swiped on her lipstick then unlocked the door. When she was halfway out of the room, she turned to him and said, “That was the best break ever.”
He plopped on one of the chairs and watched Thor gnaw at his bone while he thought about her. Chains had thought he’d been in love with his ex-wife, but the way he’d felt about her paled in comparison to the deep and intense feelings he had for Autumn. She rocked his world in so many ways, and there was no way in hell he wanted to live without her. She was the good to his bad, the calm to his anger, and the quiet to the chaos of his world.
Yeah … Chains, who swore off commitment, was in love. It surprised the hell out of him, but … he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Chapter Twenty-One
Snow blanketed the sidewalks, lawns, and streets, making them glitter in the cold white light of the full moon. Flakes swirled in an icy wind, clinging to tree branches and bushes. Chains brought the steaming cup of convenience store coffee to his lips and blew on it, his gaze never leaving his parents’ house. Since the conversation with his mother, he’d been watching the house for any signs of Bret. From the way his mother didn’t answer his questions concerning his stupid-ass brother, he knew the pussy was using their place as a refuge.
Chains took a sip of the coffee. Bitter and hot, it burned all the way down his throat. The car’s wipers squeaked rhythmically as the snow began to dissipate. Then, the garage door opened and he saw the tail and reverse lights of his dad’s SUV light up. He reached for the infra-red binoculars and looked through them.
“Gotcha, asshole,” he muttered under his breath as he laid down the binoculars.
Chains waited until his brother turned onto another street before tailing him. With headlights off, he kept a healthy distance between the two cars because there were hardly any vehicles on the side streets as it was. When Bret pulled onto Main Street, the traffic picked up, and from the way the asshole was driving, Chains knew his brother had no clue he was being followed.
The SUV pulled into a space in front of Tequila Willy’s—a restaurant and bar that had a small dancefloor. It catered to the young professional group, and Chains shook his head when he saw his brother walk into the place. Figures. He searched for a parking place, then called Jigger and Crow to join him. The axe he had to grind was with Bret, not the douchebag’s friends, so he wanted the two members to keep the peace while he had a “talk” with his brother.
As Chains waited for his friends to arrive, he kept his eyes glued to the front door of the building. He couldn’t believe Bret had dodged him for this long. What a chickenshit. Did he really think I was just gonna let it slide? There was no way that was ever going to happen. Outlaws never let anything slide. If it took a week, a month, or years, retribution would be had.
When he saw Crow pass the restaurant, Chains tapped on his horn to let him know where he was parked. Crow nodded and Jigger gave him the thumbs-up as they passed the Tahoe. A few minutes later, the two bikers were inside Chains’s car waiting for instructions.
“This’ll be quick. I don’t want the damn badges involved. Just keep his pansy-ass friends from doing something stupid.”
“Do you want us to rough them up?” Crow asked.
“Nah—this has nothing to do with them. If they want to play hero, then do what you gotta do.”
“So what’s your plan—take him out back and kick his ass?” Crow said.
Chains nodded. “Pretty much.”
“How long did your brother think he was gonna be able to avoid you?” Jigger said.
“Fuck if I know. He’s always been a whiny-ass pussy. We ready to roll?” Chains switched off the ignition and opened the car door.
The three men crossed the street and entered the establishment. A young woman with short brown hair and false eyelashes threw them a big smile.
“Good evening. How many in your party?” she asked.
“I’m here to see someone,” Chains said, brushing past her.
“We’re joining another table,” Jigger said before following Chains and Crow.
Scanning the area, Chains spotted his brother at a table near the back wall.
“There’s the fucker,” he said to Crow. “Hang on. I’m gonna check out the back entrance. I’d rather not drag his ass out through the front.”
The back door was off the kitchen and down a small hallway from the restrooms. As Chains walked back to where Jigger and Crow stood, a woman called out, “Chet.” He turned around and groaned inwardly when he saw Sheila Bixby standing up from a table. Damn! I don’t need her fuckin’ things up.
“This is the last place I thought I’d ever see you!” She laughed, then went in for a hug.
He stiffened and stepped back. “I’m not staying.”
Her gaze ran over him. “You look good—real handsome. How’s Thor?”
“He’s great. Listen, I don’t mean to be rude, but I’ve got people waiting.”
Sheila’s face slackened. “I didn’t mean to keep you. I just wanted to say hi to an old friend, that’s all.”
“No, it’s cool, but I have to go. I’ll see you around.” He walked away, hoping she’d just sit down and not follow him.
“Who was the chick?” Jigger asked.
“Someone from high school.”
; “She’s a looker,” Jigger said, craning his neck to get a better view.
“Did you guys fuck back then?” Crow said.
“Yeah—once.” Chains narrowed his eyes. “I’m ready to get this shit over.”
Bret was in the middle of a story when Chains came over to him. From the snippets Chains heard, his brother was bragging and lying out the ass. The smile plastered on Teresa’s face fell when she looked up and locked gazes with Chains.
“What’s wrong?” Bret asked.
She touched her fingers to her lips and mumbled something incomprehensible. Confusion spread across the faces of a couple of Bret’s friends, and fear etched across Matt’s as he quickly looked down at the table.
Bret pushed back from the table and looked up. “What the fuck are you doing here?” he sneered.
Grabbing him by the front of his shirt, Chains lifted him up out of his chair.
“We need to talk,” he said.
“I don’t want to talk to you. I’m with my friends”—he glanced at them—“and we’re waiting for our food.”
“You’ll be back. We got some shit to settle.”
“Why don’t you sit down and join us?” a curly-haired man said.
Crow took a few steps closer to the table and glared at him. “You don’t wanna mix in this.” He looked around the table. “It’s between them—not any of you.”
“If you don’t want trouble, you’ll all get back to your conversation and leave this alone,” Jigger said.
The curly-haired man picked up a glass of water and took several gulps. The others fidgeted in their seats, and Teresa looked like she was going to have a nervous breakdown.
Matt leaned back. “We’re not involved in this.”
Chains nodded. “Make sure it stays that way.” Then he dragged a protesting Bret toward the back entrance. A few patrons glanced over but did nothing.
The door opened into the alley and Chains threw Bret down on the snow.
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