by Oakes, Tara
I shiver with a sudden chill, my knees clamping together to fight against it as the skin covering my legs begins to prickle.
“You gettin’ shy, baby?” he teases, egging me on.
I laugh and drop my knees, parting for him. “Never.”
His large, hot, roughened palms slide down the curves of my thighs, my hips, as he lowers his body.
My eyesight has adjusted to the dark. Through the thick black curtain that covers everything, I can see the outline of his eyes as he watches me while breathing close enough to tickle the entrance to my core.
I stretch my neck, arching my back, eager for the onslaught. My hands fist themselves and squeeze to release tension. I can feel my chest heaving, rising further with each gulp of air in anticipation.
When the heat finally consumes me, with his mouth delivering the liquid magma that brands my body, I cry out.
Just when I think we’re as close as the laws of physics will allow, he pulls me in, filling me with the strong muscles of his mouth, preparing the way for the even larger muscle that will follow.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my… God!” I feel myself shake, the burning patch of flesh that his tongue is making love to, explodes.
My man stands on his knees, inching up as he strokes himself while I attempt to recover.
“Sugar, on your knees.”
It’s like we haven’t skipped a beat, haven’t missed a step. We each know exactly what the other wants, what the other needs. It’s something that’s come so naturally to us since the first time we gave in to the carnal need we have for each other.
I sit up and thank him properly for the heavenly gift he’s already given me, kissing him deep to show my appreciation.
He grabs my ass and kneads deep. “Hands and knees.”
Carefully, I turn and fall forward landing on my palms as I shimmy my hips and wiggle back into him. He takes the hard crown of his dick and rubs it deep into the lubricant, swirling it to coat thoroughly.
“Now that I have your attention,” he knows I’m a captive audience, waiting. “Let’s talk about the doctor.”
I inhale sharply. Oh… fuck.
The deep sting of his palm is felt before the sharp cracking sound can be heard. I tense and hiss. He soothes the biting tingle with the soft pads of his fingertips tickling in broad patterns.
“I know you were playing a game, making me jealous.” Another slap rings out and causes my head to fall. I bite my lip, waiting for his follow up appeasement of cooling the area with a light breathy breeze. “But no man ever, ever, touches you again.”
The last love slap is harshly direct in its placement directly over the last. The erotic pain is lessened by the tip of his cock swirling once more over the swath of space begging for it.
I reach back and try my best to take him in hand to speed up the little lesson he’s attempting to teach. With a little stretching, I grab hold of the girth stroking it soundly, amazed at how ready he is as he practices self-discipline by not giving in.
“Never. Touches. You. Again,” he growls in my ear.
I can feel the teardrop of his urgency drip down my fingers as they clamber to finish the task and slide him home.
Fine.
I’ll tell him what he wants to hear, knowing full well I already have every intention of sticking to it anyway.
“No one else.”
The wind is pushed out of me as he’s held out as long as he can, and acts as quickly as he can to rectify the situation.
It’s only been a couple of weeks but the largeness of him takes a bit to accommodate, causing a small tear of salty elation to escape my closed eyes, as I savor every touch, every thrust, every spasm, thankful for the wonderful twist of events that brought us back together.
CHAPTER NINE
CLINK
It’s about damn time.
The last few weeks have been hell, have wreaked havoc on my heart and my cock. It’s not a feeling I enjoy, and thank God the worst is over and things can get back to normal around here.
“Sugar,” I kiss the curve of her silky shoulder. She’s deep in sleep, probably getting some of the best rest in days after the adrenaline rush last night.
I decide to let her sleep and carefully slip myself out from the entanglement of arms and legs we’ve gotten into.
She stirs for a brief second but slips right back into her dream. She breathes deep and settles back into her steady rhythm. There’s not much light but it’s just enough for me to see her lips, the golden, flushed skin of her cheeks. But most importantly, I see the one thing I haven’t seen on her in a long while… a smile.
“Mmm… baby?” she calls out weakly at the sound of my belt buckle jingling.
I close my eyes tight and curse under my breath for causing the disruption.
“Shh…” I whisper, while jumping up to zip the fly of my jeans. “Get some sleep, Sugar. I’ll come get you in a bit.”
Her lashes flutter as she silently follows my directions. I can’t help but find the irony that one of the only times this spitfire listens to me without question is when she’s half conscious.
I reach down and swipe my leather from where it’s fallen on the floor, leaving her naked body to sleep it off.
There’s very little if any motion in the main rooms of the clubhouse this time of morning. It’s unusual considering the late hours most of us keep but given the shit that went down, we’re locking up tight until we have answers to give people.
I can see the patches of several of my brothers sitting at the bar as their backs face me. The mood is somber, everyone is pretty reserved, sipping coffee.
“Any word?” I reach for the glass carafe and help myself to a steaming mug.
“Some,” Tiny’s voice is deep, tired. “Blue texted that they were pumping her stomach. Think it’s coke.”
I nod, taking it all in, but not surprised. “Where we at with it?”
“Blue’s staying back at the hospital, keeping close to Sable. Keep her from saying too much to the cops. Everyone else should be here soon, have a roundup.” He informs me of the developments I’ve missed.
“Where the fuck is she getting coke from?” T.J.’s question is a good one. One I’ve already silently asked myself more than once since seeing the bright red streams of blood from her nose as Blue carried her.
“Don’t know, brother,” I blow a cool stream of air on the piping hot liquid in my cup. “But we’ll sure as fuck find out.”
I know this shit hits close to home for the kid, given all the garbage he went through in his own family thanks to the nose candy and pills, but right now we all need to keep a cool head… not get carried away with ourselves.
There hasn’t been coke on the streets of Chisolm in more than a handful of years. It cost us dearly, too, and I’m one of the first people to admit that I don’t want to see the sacrifices we made in order to obtain that bargain go to waste.
Unlike T.J., who was on the sidelines back then, I was in the thick of the shit that went down between us and the Slayers, our rival M.C., over Chisolm’s streets. It cost us a lot to get all that shit outta town. Money, freedom, and even lives.
Three of our guys got busted and slapped with some serious jail time. One guy, Connor, was shot point blank in the eye. Died the next day.
He was one of my best friends.
The front door opens with streaks of early morning coming in alongside the lineup of the rest of our ranks.
“Boardroom cleanup up?” Vince is direct.
Tiny nods, “Prospects took care of it. We’re good to go.”
Without stopping, the Prez walks directly to it. Each of us following behind.
The room smells like bleach as we enter and I recoil at the harshness of it. The table’s been scrubbed clean, all traces of the ordeal having been erased from our sacred space. I take my usual seat to the left of Vince, and focus on a crack in the old table rather than the empty space where Sable’s lifeless body lay before being brought bac
k by Sugar’s quick thinking and mad skills.
“How’s the chick?” one voice asks out from further down the table.
Vince looks irritated. “Sable should be fine. It’ll be dicey for the next couple of hours, but she’ll pull through. She’s a much tougher chick than some of you boys. Been around a lot longer, too.”
He shoots a wicked look down to the rookie who’d asked.
“The questions we really need to be asking are how and where did she get the coke, and how much more is floating around out there. Then we need to make sure the operation is shut down before more people get their hands on it.”
“Slayers. They gotta have something to do with this, Pop.” Jay weighs in on the discussion.
Vince nods. “Most likely. Let’s send a message to Dawson. Let’s not jump the gun and fire without making sure we got the right target first.”
He nods to me, “Clink. You take some muscle and head over to Riverdale. Reach out to him and set up a meet. See just how deep into this shit they are. Maybe it’s something a wee bit of negotiating can stamp out.”
Bullshit.
Vince knows as well as I do, that Slayers, especially Dawson… they don’t negotiate. Not without a shit ton of leverage, anyway. The Slayers in Chisolm have all but been stomped out recently, with Shade essentially sealing their fate. Their charter had become a liability to the organization as a whole.
Too much attention from the federal agencies that Shade was attracting was no good for business. He was counting on support from other charters, but was bitterly disappointed when they abandoned him in his hour of need, all but leaving him to us to finish off, before they swooped in and disbanded the Chisolm branch altogether.
With Shade and the Chisolm Slayers no longer any kind of threat to us… the closest thing to an adversary we’ve got is Dawson and his crew over in Riverdale.
Just because he chose not to step in and side with Shade against us, doesn’t by any means indicate that he’s suddenly changed his outlook on us in general.
Very few men in this world make me nervous.
Dawson’s one of ‘em, though.
I take a deep breath, sitting back and crossing my legs at the ankle ahead of me. “I’ll take Jay, Tiny, and T.J. with me. We’ll ride out in an hour.”
Neither Jay or his brother-in-law Tiny look surprised at their inclusion in my plan, but T.J. looks utterly dumbfounded. He’s one of the newer brothers and not usually first choice. I know he’s got a personal stake in all this shit, and the least I can do is let him be a part of reining it all in.
Vince grabs for the weathered gavel near him and gives it a whack against the timeworn table.
“That’s it for now. You boys get goin’ and get me some answers. The rest of us left behind will see what we can find out around here. Comb the streets. Get some intel.”
I nod to each of the men in my newly-formed expedition party, silent understanding to get ready and gear up. Jay outranks me, so as the V.P. he’s leading the charge. But, as the club enforcer, I’m responsible for the safety of us as well as the club in this situation.
Driving into Dawson’s territory with hard questions and harder consequences isn’t something to take lightly. I gotta get my head in the right space for shit like this.
I follow the exiting Kingsmen as we leave the meeting behind, but stop short as they begin to pile up ahead of me. I push my way to the front of the group to see what the fuck is causing the holdup.
Once I clear the crowd of stunned men, I set eyes upon what’s stopped them dead in their tracks.
“Uh… hi,” Charlie is standing in nothing more than an old Harley Davidson t-shirt. It barely reaches down far enough to cover her ass as her long curvy legs are on full display.
Her long naked legs.
I’m left speechless as all of my brothers are drooling over my woman as she stands surprised at her new audience, a bottle of water in hand, looking like recently fucked sex on a stick.
“I-I didn’t think anyone was here,” she’s mortified.
“Sugar! Get some fucking clothes on!” I move to block her from view of the sick sons of bitches behind me who are ready to pounce.
Her eyes are wide and full of shock. “I’m sorry… I didn’t hear anyone and-”
“What the fuck? You boys forget how to walk?” Vince pushes past the same men I just did and has almost the exact reaction I did when he sets his eyes on Sugar.
“What the fuck is this?” he yells at the two of us. His eyes harden on me then his daughter.
I tilt my chin down and grit my teeth, “Go get dressed, I’ll take the heat.”
She runs back down the hall, using her hands to reach behind her and tug down on the hem of the shirt to hide her ass cheeks. She’s only mildly successful at the cover-up, and the cat-calls and whistles are almost immediate.
I whip my head around to face the dumbass stupid enough to try it in front of me and he’s instantly quieted by not only me, but my Ol’ lady’s own pop and older brother.
“You think that’s a good idea, bro?” Jay asks Trojan while slipping his arm menacingly around the guilty party. “Let’s go have us a chat.”
The men disband now that the eye candy’s gone. Well… everyone except Vince. He stays, standing in place, eyes boring into me. I stand my ground and square my shoulders.
“You make sure you handle this shit with Dawson real quick. ‘Cause when you get back we’re having another man-to-man talk, Clink.”
It’s gotta happen sooner or later, so why not get all this nasty shit done in one day?
Sounds like a plan to me.
~*~
“What were you thinking?”
I accost her as she’s working her arms through her shirt.
She shakes her head. “No one’s ever up around here this time of morning! I was just getting a drink of water. How was I supposed to know the whole God-damned crew would be piling out at that exact moment. Do you think they all saw?”
I roll my eyes. “You bet your sweet ass they all saw! Half of ‘em are roamin’ around hiding boners right now. The other half is getting an ass kicking from your brother and your pop.”
She bites her lip, unhappy with herself for causing so much trouble. “I didn’t mean--”
“Sugar, you gotta think before you do somethin’ like that. You’re an Ol’ lady… not some sweet butt. You can’t go walking around here looking like one, otherwise some stupid motherfucker might decide to treat you like one.”
She gasps, stepping back. “I do not look like a sweet butt!”
I run my eyes up and down over her rushed dressing job, remembering the pert, pointed nipples that were high-beaming through the short little shirt as she was caught.
“Yeah, you did. Not that I mind you looking like one in my bed, but that’s the only place I want you lookin’ like one. You got me?”
I can see the defiant streak that she’s famous for, flashing in her eyes. I push my finger over her lips to prevent the smart-ass comment that’s only gonna dig her in deeper right now from flyin’ out of her hot little mouth.
“We’ll talk about this later when I get back.”
She pushes my hand away. “Get back? From where?”
I smile, grabbing her close, happy to see she actually has concern for where I’m going. It’s a stark contrast to twenty-four hours ago.
“Business. Why don’t you go check on Sable while I’m gone. Check on Blue, too. Last I heard, the fucker’s a real wreck. Who’da thought the only woman able to bring him to his knees would have been Sable?”
Charlie hits me in the arm, apparently not fond of my classification of her patient.
“Will you be back late? We have things to talk through.”
I shrug my shoulders. “Don’t know yet. I promise I won’t be a minute longer than I have to, though. ‘Kay?”
She nods slowly. “Brendan? Will he be coming back with you?”
I can see the hope in her eyes and hate to be the
one to extinguish it.
“Nah. He’s with my ma. They’ll be here the two weeks after next. I wanna give them some real time together before the school year starts.”
She sighs with disappointment.
“Think of it this way, Sugar.” I squeeze her ass with both hands. “Gives us a few of weeks of alone time before we’ll be practically begging for grownup time once he’s here.”
I’ve piqued her curiosity. Her eyebrow arches in the sexy little way it does when she’s thinking naughty things.
“And what are we going to be doing during all this alone time?” she baits me.
She knows damn well what we’ll be doing.
“I’ll text you and let you know what time I’ll be home. We’ll get a head start on our alone time tonight.”
I kiss her hard and smack her ass even harder, making her jump in my arms before laughing.
“Rest up, Sugar. You’re gonna need it.”
~*~
The ride to Riverdale is an easy one, but still takes about ninety minutes. Being this far away from our home turf comes with its own set of issues. There are boundaries, and we are far out of ours.
The Slayers and the Kingsmen have a long history and none of it’s good. We’ve had our own shit with the Chisolm chapter but we’ve always been bigger and stronger than them. Kinda kept them in check.
The Riverdale chapter of the Slayers is a different story, though. Dawson is one tough son of a bitch that would put up one helluva fight if he had to. He knows it, we know it.
It would be a bloodbath.
So… we’ve always had an understanding. He stays in Riverdale, we stay in Chisolm, and everyone stays alive.
But that could be changing.
One of the fundamental differences between Slayers and Kingsmen is the way we make our money. There are certain things we’ve made a collective decision to avoid. We don’t deal or run drugs, we don’t deal in sex other than for our own dicks.
The Slayers aren’t as… evolved as we are. Thanks in large part to Vince, we’ve got enough legitimate business ventures that we can make a decent living. Well… that and running guns. I never said we were saints.
