by Addy Archer
“Stop with your creepy grin, because I don’t know if I can have sex. I might freak out and not want it, and then you’ll be all dissatisfied, and I would hate myself. Or not do anything and let you finish. And I might not even like it. And… I don’t know.”
“Stop rambling, Apple. It’ll all work out. It sounds like you’ve been overthinking this. You should have mentioned something sooner.”
“When, Linc? And how? Like, hey, I want to have sex, but I might not. Wanna have a test round to see if we can do this?”
Linc chuckles, and his chest vibrates against mine. “Something like that, yes. It doesn’t matter what words you use or what my reaction will be. This is about feelings, wants, and needs. You throw it at me one way or another, and we’ll handle it together. That’s what couples do, sweetheart. And you and me are solid. Didn’t I just mention this? Sex, some, all, none. If we’re together, we can make our own path to future plans. Okay?”
I release a shaky breath and feel the stress and worry leave my body. “Okay.”
“Can I eat your pussy now, because I’ve been dying to taste you,” Linc says casually, and it makes me gasp.
“Linc!” I squeak, and he allows me to shove him away.
“What?” The man shrugs and adds, “I want to kiss every scar between your legs and inch closer to the place I want to taste and worship for hours on end. But I’ll settle for a quick taste if you let me.”
“Didn’t you hear me telling you I might freak out?” I swallow hard because his words ignite a spark of warmth settling low in my belly.
I’m curious how it would feel if Linc puts his mouth on me. His kisses are always hot and skilled, making me feel and crave so much more.
Alejandro used his dick and his hands. I know I can never compare having sex or making love to what was done to me. His idea for getting in the mood was forcing me to endure the pain he inflicted just so he could get off. Alejandro always had a knife in his hands and would start off with cutting me to get blood to trickle down my legs. It fed his twisted thoughts about me being his everlasting virgin.
He always wanted to watch me bleed when he buried his dick inside me. Repulsion hits me hard, and I have to blink a few times when I realize Linc is cupping my face and telling me, “Sweetheart, look at me. Come on, Apple. Where did you go? You went all quiet and pale on me.”
“Will there be blood?” I ask, my voice shaky. “I can’t handle it if there will be blood. He always cut me because he wanted me to bleed, to be his virgin to taint over and over.”
“Motherfucker,” Linc growls and brings my head to his chest. “No, sweetheart, there won’t ever be blood or knives when we make love. There will only be pleasure. We can go as fast or as slow as you want. You’re in control. And don’t you worry about me when it’s all too much and you want to stop. I won’t care. All I care about is you. Understood?”
I nod, and he places a tender kiss on the top of my head.
“So, how about it? Can I kiss you? Top and bottom?”
“Linc,” I gasp again and pull back to smack his chest.
Laughter rumbles from him, but it quickly disappears as he leans forward to capture my lips with his. It’s easy to surrender to the overwhelming pleasure he lights inside my body. There’s no room for other thoughts entering my head; there’s only the two of us in this moment.
Linc doesn’t break the kiss as he gently scoops me up and places me on the bed. He pulls back and lets his fingertips trail over my cheek, keeping our gaze locked for a breath or two before he stalks over to the door and softly closes it. He hurries back to me, and with one knee on the mattress, he reaches for my underwear and raises one of his eyebrows in question.
Where Natasha hit my insecurities and made me feel ugly and aware of each scar my body is tainted with, Linc gives me gentleness, comfort, and adoration, along with a truckload of other feelings I want to explore with him, and only him.
I capture my bottom lip between my teeth and give him a tight nod. He places a kiss on my left thigh and makes a trail until he connects our eyes again and slowly pulls down my underwear. He throws it over his shoulder and lets it land on the floor.
I’m ready. I want this. I crave this. My heart is pounding inside my chest as the excitement builds through my body, settling between my legs, the very place Linc is heading for.
C H A P T E R N I N E
~ L I N C ~
I hope she doesn’t see the raw lust running wild through my veins. The mere thought of tasting what’s mine releases a high of euphoria. My arms sneak underneath her legs to find her waist. The only thing I need to bring her pleasure is my mouth.
I keep our eyes locked when I gently slide my tongue through her pussy. Her taste hits my tongue, and I groan at the same time as a sexy gasp falls from her lips.
Pride hits my chest at knowing we’re both reaping pleasure from this moment we explore together. After a few licks, I start to nibble and suck on her clit, making sure to change it up by spearing her pussy with my tongue.
Every gasp and little mewl is music to my ears. Her fingers dig into my hair, and I absolutely love the way she takes action to push and guide my head to make sure pleasure hits her pussy at the right spot.
My dick has never felt this hard, and I can’t stop grinding the mattress. Damn, I’m about to blow my load into my pants like a damn teenager who’s having a wet dream. The thought flows through my mind at the same time as Harper explodes into my mouth. Wave after wave rocks through her body as my name falls from her lips. Moaning, she rocks her pussy against my face to ride through the pleasure she’s wrapped in.
It’s all too much, and I follow her into the ultimate bliss. Her taste on my tongue, the first orgasm she gave me while she made me come in my pants right along with her, everything is special and intense for the both of us. In this moment, I don’t care about the messy aftermath. There’s victory ringing through our room in the form of our loud pants.
I never thought I would be able to put my mouth on her, so this is one huge fucking leap in our relationship. This shows her strength, our shared connection we’re building with one another. Things are only going to get better for the two of us, I just know it.
I crawl up her body, placing a kiss here and there as I go. I hover over her face, and I want to kiss her so bad, but I don’t want to freak her out because she would definitely be tasting herself if I did.
Harper takes control by throwing her arms around my neck as she pulls me down to crash her mouth against mine. Our tongues dance in a sensual way, and it’s only a few breaths before she pulls back and a tiny “Oh,” tumbles from her lips.
The corner of my mouth twitches. “Yeah, oh. You taste so fucking good. We’re going to need to do that again real soon.”
“If it always feels this good, you won’t ever hear me complain,” she practically moans.
My phone starts to ring, and I reluctantly pull back and answer the call. It’s Alaric letting me know they’re done questioning Natasha.
“I’ll be right there,” I tell him and disconnect the call.
I throw my phone next to Harper on the bed and catch her watching me intently.
“I have to go. Are you staying here, or do you want to be in the main room of the clubhouse?”
Her eyes slide to my dick. “Aren’t we supposed to…?” She doesn’t say anything else but waves her hand at dick level.
A chuckle slips past my lips, and I pinch her chin between my thumb and forefinger to connect our gaze. “You riding the waves of your orgasm was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen and tasted. You made me come in my pants because of it. So, you already took care of me, sweetheart.”
Her cheeks are still flushed from the pleasure I gave her, but I swear it deepens some more when a slight “Oh” tumbles from her lips again.
“You’re perfect, just fucking perfect,” I murmur and kiss the shit out of her before I reluctantly pull back. “I have to take a quick shower and get ready.”
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bsp; “Yeah,” she says as she sighs dreamily.
I feather another kiss on her lips and head for the bathroom.
It takes less than ten minutes to get ready. When the both of us stroll into the clubhouse, followed by Boy, Angie is waiting for us.
“They’re waiting for you out front. I’ll stay here with Harper. There are three prospects on watch. Now go, handle this once and for all,” Angie says fiercely.
I give her a tight nod and turn to give Harper a quick kiss. I glance down at Boy and tell him, “Watch our girl, Boy.”
I don’t need to tell him he did a great job last time, and I’m sure he will do it again when needed. I head for the door and notice my brothers are huddled in a group, deep in a heated discussion.
Alaric spots me and waves me over. “Harper was right. It’s him. Alejandro. Natasha admitted she was stalking the clubhouse by sitting in her car across the street for the last couple of days. She hoped to catch Harper unattended so she could run her off. The cunt has a serious ladyboner for you, Linc. Anyway, Alejandro noticed Natasha and got into her car to make some small talk and offered her a deal once he heard how loose-lipped she was about club information. She told him about Harper. He’s staying at Natasha’s apartment. The cunt drew a map with exit points of her apartment. It should be easy to trap this fucker and get him. Are you ready for this?”
“Ready since the day Harper came into my life,” I growl.
Anticipation is running through my veins. Will we finally get a chance to catch this fucker? Or will he slip through our fingers again like last time when I pointed a gun at him? Damn. I need to get my revenge. To know this asshole isn’t walking the earth anymore.
Harper deserves it for what she went through and the memories and fear that are still tainting her life. But not only that, this asshole has flooded the streets of Nevada with drugs. Yeah, he’s earned his right to die.
Alaric divides us into teams and shows me the map Natasha drew. He explains how he wants me and three others to take the back of the apartment. I’m getting the feeling he wants me in the background, even if he said he wants to flush him out when they hit the front first.
Annoyance strikes me. I’m not a damn prospect anymore, but I’m also aware I might be blinded by hatred and act without thinking shit through first. I need to count on my president to make the best decisions. My brothers and I head for three vans were taking to that whore’s house.
Alaric, Hunt, and three others go into the first van. I get behind the wheel of the second and wait for four of my brothers to get in. Four others get into the last van. Fourteen brothers. Fourteen against one guy. I sure am liking these odds.
Even if I’m filled with fury and vengeance, I’ll settle with the death of Alejandro. By my hand or one of my brothers, as long as he stops breathing, that’s all that matters. But it sure would feel good to have his life slip through my own damn fingers.
I follow Alaric for about twenty minutes before he heads for a nearby parking lot. We park the vans, split up, and head for Natasha’s apartment. There’s a fire escape at the back, and that’s where I’m supposed to be, along with two of my brothers. Alaric, Hunt, and two others are going around the front, and the others spread out to stand guard at the other exits of this apartment building. They also keep an eye on our surroundings.
I didn’t ask my pres what they did with Natasha or how they managed to get the information out of her. It doesn’t matter; all that matters now is our end goal. We’re here to make sure justice prevails and to bring this to an end once and for all.
This shit has been going on for months, starting with a whore who stole cash and a brother’s betrayal against the club for backing her up. That action pulled us into a web with Romero, the pimp she moonlighted for and whom she stole coke from, coke that belonged to Alejandro. It’s time to tie up this final loose end.
We wait patiently with our backs against the bricks. Natasha’s apartment is on the second floor. Alaric was right, Alejandro could jump out the window and head for the fire escape as a quick exit.
The building is old, and the neighborhood is not exactly high-class. In fact, I’m pretty sure if I shot my gun right here, right now, not many people would stop and stare. They would rush into their homes and keep quiet until shit is back to normal. How do I know this? There’s a dealer standing at the corner who has sold drugs twice in the few minutes we’ve been standing here.
Yeah, Natasha might think she’s all that and look like she makes a good pay, but her apartment clearly states otherwise. Claymore—one of my brothers who is standing next to me—smacks my pecs and points at the dealer standing on the corner. I give him a quick nod, letting him know I was aware already. But my attention is fixed on the window. I’m hoping that fucker... hell, yes.
I see a shadow moving on the inside, and at the same time the window slides open. I wait carefully for Alejandro to stick his leg out first. I hold my arm out to let my brothers know I’m the one who will take him on. I know they will have my back if I fail. But I won’t.
Half his body is through the window, and that’s when I leap forward. I grab Alejandro by his T-shirt and drag him fully outside. The fucker pulls a knife on me, and it’s either let him plunge it deep or have him take a plunge. Easy fucking choice. In one hard shove, I let him tumble over the railing, making him free fall until he hits the ground.
Two of my brothers are standing watch downstairs near the exit. I glance over the railing just as they rush forward to grab a groaning Alejandro. I glance at the corner where the dealer was standing to see if we need to handle any witnesses, but he’s long gone. Just as I thought, this neighborhood is rotten; keep your eyes and mouth shut and know when to mind your own damn business. In this neighborhood, they couldn’t care less about others and only care about themselves.
“Dude,” Neo bellows, “a little heads-up would have been nice.”
Claymore, who is standing next to me, chuckles and bumps his shoulder against mine. “You do know humans can’t fly, right? No matter how many times you test that theory.”
“Angles fly, Claymore. I was trying to send this fucker to hell,” I growl, watching how Neo ties up Alejandro and shoves him into a van.
“Soon enough, man,” Claymore states. “Come on, we’re out of here.”
We head down and meet up with all the others. There’s no need to discuss what happens next. We have Alejandro, and now it’s time to deal with this fucker. I jump behind the wheel and follow Alaric to the warehouse we use for drawn-out torture scenes.
Again, I’m pumped with energy. This time it’s intense due to the lack of uncertainty. We have him; it’s time to end his life. I can’t wait to get this over with and go home to Harper.
She will have the certainty to be able to leave this part of our life behind us. She can start fresh without having to look over her shoulder. Yeah, to say I’m pumped is an understatement.
We park the vans at the space behind the warehouse. I jump out and head for the back where I keep a chain handy for when I need it. I always have them lying around. I work out with thick ones, and I have one in my saddle bag and in each car, truck, and van our MC owns.
It’s how I got my name. When they found me at the age of sixteen going through their garbage, I had a chain wrapped around my waist and around my body. Living on the streets as a sixteen-year-old, I had to protect myself. I had to use those chains many times to fight folks off who wanted to hurt me. Alaric called me the missing link with the chains. Over time it changed to Linc, but the chains stuck.
“Where do you want him, Linc?” my VP asks as I stroll into the warehouse, the chain dragging behind me, the sound making me crave to use it even more.
“Tie him to a chair first, like we normally do,” I tell Hunt as my gaze connects with Alejandro. “I’d like to have one final chat with this fucker before we play until he stops breathing.”
“You don’t know what you’re doing,” Alejandro seethes. “You’re all going to die. My
family will avenge me.”
“They will do no such thing,” Alaric thunders. “They hate your guts for all your fuckups in the past. I’ve heard they would like nothing more than to chop off your head themselves.”
Alejandro cringes, knowing there’s nobody in this world to save him. Not one soul alive would stand by his unmarked grave. Oh, who am I kidding? This asshole won’t get a damn grave. We’re going to make sure his body will never be found.
“All done and ready for you, brother,” Hunt says. He gives me a nod and steps away to allow me some room to work with.
This isn’t the first time I’ve tortured a person by using my chain. I might have been a prospect for many years, but they’ve always treated me as a brother. Sure, the first year I had to do all the shitty things, but then they offered to patch me in and I wanted to wait.
I’m a firm believer that things will all fall into place when the time comes. And it did. For many things in my life—fucked up or not—it has taught me that no future is set without taking a few wrong turns. Learn from your mistakes, your stumbles, and falls, but hold your head high and your eye on the wide-open road in front of you.
“Your time has come to endure pain, asshole. Pain you also inflicted on a pure and innocent person,” I growl at Alejandro. “Though, I won’t use a knife to let you bleed through cuts.”
For a moment, confusion hits him. “What is this about? The daughter I was promised and whom I’ve kidnapped from her house with permission from her father? The one that fucking pimp stole from me? I’m sure he was the one who cut her loose from my bed and took her with him. He denied it, told me it was those MC assholes who offered me another daughter for the one I lost. Can you believe it? I didn’t lose anything. She was stolen. She was damn fine too. I didn’t want the other puta.”
“Careful,” Hunt warns. “That’s my old lady you’re calling a puta. You’d do best to respect her in my presence, or I’ll cut off your tongue. I don’t care if my brother would be pissed if I interrupted his revenge party.”
