by Erin Trejo
“I’m gonna fuck you face, Skye,” he growls grabbing a handful of my hair in his hand. I nod my head wanting him to trust me, to fuck me, to kill me. I want it all from him. Keaton growls low in his throat when his hips begin to thrust. At first it’s sexy as hell gripping his powerful thighs in my hands as he uses my mouth for his pleasure. The soft skin of his cock is like silk dragging along my tongue. The harder he thrusts the more I need to come myself.
“Jesus, Skye. Your mouth is perfect.” I take pleasure in hearing him say the words as I suck him into the back of my throat. I gag slightly and Keaton stills, leaving his cock sitting at the back of my throat. When my eyes water and I feel like I can’t breathe, he pulls back and rocks in again. Over and over he begins to brutally fuck my mouth until tears stream down my cheeks. The high that I feel is so fucking amazing that I don’t want him to stop but then I feel him swell and hot bursts hit the back of my throat. I swallow each one and moan round him. Keaton keeps jerking until there is nothing more he can do and his cock goes soft in my mouth. When he pulls out I reach and pull his close back up, tucking him back into his jeans. Keaton pulls me by my hair to my feet before devouring my mouth with his.
“I’ll repay that favor,” he tells me.
“Oh, I know you will or I’ll never do it again.”
“You will do it again.”
“I don’t know if I liked it that much,” I tease him. The corners of his eyes crinkle as he smiles at me and shakes his head.
“You tryin’ to push my buttons? Wait till I’m all healed up and watch what happens to that pretty little ass of yours,” he warns me playfully.
“Are you gonna spank me?” His eyes widen.
“You want me to spank you?” Being the asshole that I am, I spin around and stick my ass out and say, “It’s not going to spank itself.” Keaton’s eyes burn with heat and his nostrils flare.
“You are gonna regret that shit,” he says pointing at me. I stand up straight and move toward him, wrapping my arms around his neck carefully.
“I look forward to that. Now let’s go get in the car so I can drive your crippled ass around.” I kiss him quickly and pull away from him, grabbing the bags off the bed.
“Crippled? Babe, I’ll show you crippled when your pussy is so swollen from the poundin’ I’m gonna give you. You’re gonna need an ice pack for that shit.” Laughing as I carry the bags toward the door I reach for the handle when Keaton’s hand slams into my ass.
“Fuck!” I yell before looking over my shoulder at him. He winks at me and motions to the door for me to keep walking.
“Next time your ass will be naked,” he warns me.
17
Keaton
The drive to California was silent for the most part. She kept her eyes on the road but I caught her sneaking worried peaks at me. I told her over and over that I was fine and that she didn’t need to worry but I could tell she was. My injuries will heal but that memory for her will always be stuck in her head and I hate that for her. Creed was surprised when he saw my face that I was still walking. I don’t look my best but now that we’re here at the Fallen Angels clubhouse I feel a bit more relaxed.
“They said you were here and I didn’t believe them. Haven’t seen you in years, motherfucker!” Ryker says as he passes me a beer.
“Did you miss me?” He chuckles and takes a long pull from his own bottle.
“Fuck no!”
“You glad you settled down here?” I ask him. Ryker was a Nomad just like me. We connected more times than I count and I always thought he was a good guy. He settled here years ago and it seems to having a good effect on him.
“Fuck yeah. This is home, brother. Never thought I’d have that but bein’ here, I wouldn’t change a thing. Got my old lady, my kid. Life’s good here. You consider settlin’?” Shaking my head, I reach for my cigarettes and pull one from the pack. “Nope. Can’t stand bein’ in one place too long. Fuck, I ain’t been home in so long I don’t remember what’s it like.”
“Damn shame. You should try it. Even if it’s at home. Once you got your woman with you, everythin’ else just doesn’t matter.”
“Maybe one day.”
“Heard that. So, the intel you need. I’ve had some guys lookin’ into it for you. Nothin’ points to her dad. Not one piece of information. I’ve got friends in the mafia, brother and they haven’t heard shit. The only interesting fact was her brother.” Cocking my head to the side, I study him.
“Her brother?”
“Yeah. Now, this motherfucker may be the reason someone’s after her. From what my informant said, your girl was set to take over for her dad. He’s sick and dyin’. Don’t know if she knows that or not. She’s older than he is. Best we can figure, brother wants her out of the way.” Shaking my head, that doesn’t make sense. She told me her brother was the one that helped her get out when her dad wanted her to stay. Why would he send someone to kill her? She’s out of his way.
“Don’t make sense, man,” I mumble more to myself.
“Think about it. He wants her spot. Why doesn’t it make sense?” Ryker asks.
“Her brother helped her get out. Kept the dad away from her.” Ryker raises his eyebrows, running a hand through his hair while he looks at me.
“Maybe dad was tryin’ to find her. Mafia is fuckin’ complicated shit, Keaton. There are so many reasons and people that could want her dead. Might not make sense but that’s how they are, brother.” Nodding my head I have to agree there.
“Appreciate you checkin’ into shit.” Ryker nods his head and leans back in his chair.
“Where’d you fight?” He asks nodding toward my face.
“Out in Texas. Fuckin’ big motherfuckers over there.” Ryker laughs and nods his head when the door behind us opens. I don’t turn to see who it is but Ryker looks before nodding at me. When I turn I see the tear filled eyes Beverly as she looks right at me. My heart slams in my chest as I set my beer down and stand from my chair. It doesn’t take her a few seconds before she runs and slams into me. Wrapping my arms around her, she cries into shirt. Tank and Ripley walk in and nod to me.
“Everything’s gonna be okay now.” I reassure her. She doesn’t stop crying and her small body shakes in my arms. I hear a gasp from next to me and when I turn my head I see Skye standing there with her mouth open.
“Beverly, I need you to meet someone,” I whisper into her hair. Now is as good of time as any to introduce the two of them. Beverly pulls back wiping her face when I motion for Skye to come to me. She walks slowly unsure of how this is going to play out.
“Beverly this is my old lady, Skye.” Beverly smiles up at me before looking to Skye.
“It’s about damn time. It’s nice to meet you.” Beverly steps into Skye’s space pulling her into a hug. I watch the two of them before stepping back and giving them some space. Skye smiles brightly as they talk. A hand lands on my shoulder and when I glance over I see Tank. He’s the VP here at Fallen Angels.
“We talked to her. Told her she’s more than welcome to stay here and that we’d help her look for her dad.”
“No shit?” I ask.
“No shit. We got good guys here. None of that Hell Bound trash. Sure we get a little fucked every now and then but for the most part, we’re straight these days,” Tank says with a grin.
“Appreciate that. She deserves soemthin’ stable. She’s been shit on her whole life.”
“Not to worry, brother. She’s good here.” The thought of her having a home, a place where she can belong makes me happy. She deserves nothing less and knowing what I do about Fallen Angels, I have no doubt this is a good place for her to be. Once her and Skye are done talking, Skye comes and climbs in my lap where I’m sitting in the back of the room on a couch.
“I like her.”
“She’s a good kid. Looks like she’s stayin’ here.”
“That’s good right?” I nod.
“We need to talk.” I shift her in my lap so that I can look
at her. “The guys here have been checkin’ into shit for me. Nothin’ is comin’ back to your dad.”
“What does that mean?” She asks, furrowing her brows.
“Shit does look at your brother though.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, Skye climbs out of my lap and stares down at me.
“No. He helped me, Keaton! You’re full of shit!” She stomps toward the door as I blow out a breath. Climbing off the couch, I follow behind her as she storms through the door.
“It’s the truth! You can ask Ryker! I wouldn’t shit you on this, Skye,” I snap at her. She turns around, her glare deadly.
“He helped me. He knows I want nothing to do with that shit. What’s the point? Huh?” Fuck, I want to bend her over and spank her ass right now. So fucking stubborn and defiant.
“You’re the oldest! You are next in like to take over, Skye and your dad is sick.” Her eyes widen when I say that.
“He’s sick? What’s wrong with him?” She moves closer to me and my chest tightens.
“I don’t know. Ryker didn’t say but from what he can gather your brother wants his place. Even if that means killin’ you.” Skye shakes her head, closing her eyes to keep her shit together. I reach for her but she jerks away from me.
“So, I need to confront him.”
“Who?” I ask.
“My brother. I’m going home.”
“Like fuck you are!” She opens her eyes and glares daggers at me, daring me to stop her.
“You going to stop me?”
“Goddamn right I am.” She grins and evil grin before stepping in closely to me.
“I dare you,” she hisses.
“Don’t fuckin’ dare me, Skye. You know I will fuckin’ tie you to a bed and leave you there.”
“I fucking dare you to try and stop me. I’m a fucking DeLuca!” She screams in my face. I nod my head slowly, a smirk pulling across my face.
“You wanna pull that card? You’re a fuckin’ DeLuca? Well guess what Miss DeLuca? You aren’t goin’ anywhere without me!”
“They will kill you, Keaton. Trust me. They don’t like bikers.” The laugh that escapes me is almost evil in sound.
“Well, I guess you just killed your old man.”
18
Skye
Persistent son of a bitch. I’ve called him that over and over since we left California. I didn’t want him coming with me. This is my problem and my family. It doesn’t make sense to involve him but when he slapped those handcuffs around my wrist and the other to the door handle, he made it his problem. I’ve cussed his ass out through I can’t even count how many states. Every time he stops, the cuffs stay on. I even tried to run at one of the rest stops. Keaton fucked me against the wall in the bathroom with the cuffs still firmly in place. If I’m being honest, it was fucking hot as hell. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that though. Not now anyway. I gaze out the window lost in my own thoughts. I would have never thought Antonio, my only brother would want me dead. I put a lot of trust in him and also in Keaton. At first, I wanted to fight Keaton on the information that he had but the more I thought about it, the more I realized I was probably wrong. Keaton has no reason to lie to me. He has only done what’s best for me since the day I met him. Regardless of my anger and attitude he has never given me reasons to doubt him.
“You gonna ignore what’s about to happen the whole time?” He asks. I look over at him to see him looking at me out of the corner of his eye.
“Nothing’s going to happen,” I tell him before looking back out the window.
“I get it you know? You don’t want to believe he’d do anything to hurt you but you need to face reality at some point, Skye. He wants what you’re entitled to.” I huff out a breath before shifting in my seat to face him.
“I don’t want to be entitled to anything, Keaton. I don’t want it. I want my life back. I was happy in Georgia. I had a job, I had a few friends. My life was calm and under control until you showed up!” That might have been mean to say but it’s true. I was happy.
“Were you livin’?” He asks not even looking mad about what I just said.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Were you livin’ or were you just makin’ each day go by, Skye? From the looks of it, you weren’t livin’. You were breathin’ and goin’ through your life like a fuckin’ zombie. You went to work, you came home. Maybe you went out to the little bar down the fuckin’ road but in the end where would that leave you? After this you plan on goin’ back to that?” he snaps, clearly getting pissed at the whole conversation.
“No, I figured I could run around with you forever! What the hell do you want from me, Keaton? I don’t want the life my dad is trying to give me. I don’t want to wander the world never knowing where home is! I want something I can hold onto and cherish, why is that so much to ask?” Keaton’s face softens when the words leave my mouth. I feel like a complete ass for what I said but it’s all in truth. I want a home. I want something I can hold onto and be happy. I want to live and love and have kids. I want so much that I don’t have right now.
“I never asked you to run around the world with me, Skye,” he says in a low tone.
“But if you did, I would have done it, Keaton.” Reality is a tough bitch to swallow but my reality is that. If he would have asked, I would do it just because my feelings for him are that strong. I would follow him around this world just to see him smile and listen to him laugh.
“I would never make you choose somethin’ like that.”
“Oh, so when this is over, you’ll just leave me?” Fuck! What am I doing? Why am I pushing him like this? The car jerks to the right and skids to a stop. Keaton throws the car in park and leaps out the door in record time. My chest is tight as I try to focus on what’s happening but when the passenger door flies open and he’s yanking me out of it, my head spins.
“I’d never make you choose! Do I want you? Fuck yeah I do! If I could make you want me the way I want you, I would do it in a heartbeat! The one thing I couldn’t do is make you choose to be with me, Skye. Don’t you see that? You don’t want me the way I am. I get that! Not everyone is happy travelin’ the world but that’s what I do! You want me to settle down and stay in one place? Would that make you happy?” His hands dig into my shoulders painfully and being cuffed to the door, I can’t move away from him.
“So you could be unhappy? Don’t you see that? I wouldn’t make you choose either, Keaton. I wouldn’t want to.” The air between us is thick but neither of us know what to say to the other. He came out of nowhere and stole my heart and now I’m trying to find a way to repair it.
“Fuck, Skye! Fuck!” his hands loosen on my shoulders before he drops them altogether. He steps back running his hand through his hair, his gaze anywhere but on me.
“I can handle my family without you, Keaton.”
“Do you really not trust me, Skye?”
“This isn’t about trust!”
“It is! If you trusted what you feel for me, you would already know that I’m not gonna let you do this alone.” His words slam into my heart. There’s an ache that only Keaton can fix and right now I’m slowly pushing him further and further away from me. I don’t want him to get hurt because of me. He’s taken enough risks and faced enough of the wrath for what my family is doing.
“I don’t want to see you get hurt any more than you already have. All of this is because of me, Keaton. You’ve been shot, beat to hell and forced into a job that you didn’t want because of me.” Keaton takes the two steps between us quickly, wrapping his hand around the back of my head and pulling my lips to his. His kiss is far from nice and sweet. It’s hard, it’s broken and it’s full of need. He’s begging in his own way and I can’t stop myself from giving into him. He has a hold over me and there is no way I can shake it no matter how hard I tell myself I can.
“I never thought these words would leave my mouth but I love you, Skye. I’d take a million fuckin’ bullets for you. I’d
gladly take ten more ass beatin’s for you. I’m not walkin’ away from you no matter how fuckin’ insane you might be. I can’t,” he says through gritted teeth.
“You think I’m insane?” I narrow my eyes at him. Keaton chuckles resting his forehead against mine.
“All that and you only hear me call you insane, huh?”
“You did say that part a little louder than the rest.”
“I love you, Skye. Don’t make me leave you,” he begs softly.
“Don’t leave me, Keaton. I love you too.” Kissing him back, he lets me. His tongue sweeps through my mouth, tasting me in ways that have my pussy throbbing. If I wasn’t cuffed to the door, I might have dropped to my knees.
“Can we lose these now?” I ask when I pull back and motion toward the cuffs. That smirk that crosses his face is fucking sexy as hell.
“I kinda like you in them. Might need to use them a little more often.” Digging in his pocket, he pulls the key out and releases my arm. As soon as he does I shove my hands into his chest.
“Don’t you ever handcuff me to a door!”
“Don’t you ever act like a little bitch that needs handcuffed to a door,” he replies.
“Don’t call me a bitch!”
