Highway to Heaven

by Harley McRide

  “No. Get out,” he growled, turning so Shark’s hand didn’t make contact.

  “What the fuck?” Shark protested but the look Raven gave made him back off.

  “Where are we?” Heaven slurred. Her arms had given up holding on and now hung down beside his ass.

  “She’s fuckin’ drunk too? Damn, we could have a lot of fun with her.”

  “I said, get out.” Raven had to swallow down his anger. He didn’t want to fucking share. Not before he had her all to himself.

  “Fine. When you’re done, let me know. Whatever hole you don’t wallow out, I’m going to fuck.” Shark slid his jeans and boots on. He couldn’t zip his jeans for the boner he was sporting, so he left them open.

  “Not tonight. Tonight, she’s all mine,” Raven growled. It wasn’t like him not to share but there was no way in hell he was gonna. He wanted to explore every inch of her while he fucked her over and over all night long.

  Shark bowed up pissed and stared at him. Raven didn’t back down. He stared him down, ready to put Heaven on the bed and beat his ass if he so much as tried to get close to her. Thankfully, Shark sensed it and shook his head. “Another time, man.” He walked to the door, slapping Raven on the shoulder in a truce gesture.

  Raven felt his blood boil at the thought of Shark fucking her but brushed it off. Tonight, she was his. He nodded. “Yeah.” The possessiveness he felt fucked with his head. He’d never cared before, so why now? She was something new from the same ol’ holes to bang. That’s all it was. She had a personality…and was the only one he couldn’t figure out in the first ten minutes. It gave challenge, and he was determined to peel each layer of her away until he saw what was underneath, starting with her jeans.

  Shark stood, watching him closely and finally nodded. “See ya.” He walked out the door and shut it behind him. Heaven wiggled in his arms some but didn’t fight to get free. He half expected her to be passed out when he laid her over on the bed with her body limp but when he went to stand up, her arms wound around his neck and pulled him down to her lips. Just before she kissed him, she whispered his name.

  “Raven,” she said, the word feathering across his lips and straight to his cock. God, she was so fucking hot.

  “I’m going to fuck you, Heaven. Hard. Deep. Until you come so much on my cock you pass out. Then I’m going to wake you up and fuck you again.”

  “Yes,” she gasped. He closed the distance and crashed his lips to hers. Heaven gave just as much back. Her movements were sloppy from the booze but she tried to touch him everywhere. His muscles were even more impressive than what she’d felt through his clothes on the bike ride. Each ridge of etched stone her hands traced had her cunt pooling with moisture. She didn’t care about anything right now except feeling him. Things had been so stressful and hard to deal with lately, the alcohol gave her an escape and she was gonna take full advantage of it. No thinking. No regretting or stress.

  Heaven found a jolt of energy spark and tugged at his shirt, bringing them both off the bed on her elbows. “Fuck me, Raven. Make everything go away just for one night.” The pain that shot through her eyes in that split moment rattled something in him. He didn’t want to analyze it right now. What he did want was to give her what she wanted and then some. He pushed up with his hands beside her head and stood, keeping his eyes locked to hers. He reached down and tugged off her boots, tossing them over his shoulder. She tried to sit up but he planted his hand in the middle of her chest and pushed her back.

  “Lay down. I want to look at you.” He tugged off her jeans, taking his time to work them down her hips until he revealed the hot pink and black lace panties. He shook his head and continued until he had them shucked off. Her hands went to the waistband and he stopped her again. “Leave ‘em on.” She sat up and took her shirt off, tossing it in the air. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra to free her large tits and he growled.

  “Now it’s your turn. Get those damn clothes off and fuck me, dammit.” Her legs parted and she trailed her hand down her stomach, moaning at her own touch. Fuck, if she wasn’t sexy as sin. He took his clothes off and waited, watching. Her hand went down to her mound and her legs spread open wide. He could see the cream already dripping out of her hot little cunt and his dick twitched.

  “Finger that pussy. I wanna watch you fuck yourself, baby.” On his command, she slid her fingers up her slit and shoved two deep in her cunt, arching off the bed when they seated fully inside her.

  “Motherfucker, that’s fucking hot,” he growled. She pushed, worked them in and out, fingering herself hard and deep until her hips arched against her hand. He couldn’t take it anymore. Raven crawled up beside her and pinched both of her nipples hard, drawing out a loud gasp from between her swollen lips.

  “Yes!” she screamed, adding another finger to the mix and tearing her other hand down to frantically rub her clit.

  “That’s it. Get that pussy good and juiced up for me,” he said, rolling on a rubber.

  She clenched her teeth, so desperate for release and teetering right on the edge but not finding that shove she needed to fall over. Raven couldn’t stand it anymore. He grabbed her wrists and yanked them above her head. He rolled on top of her and held her down, smiling at her frustration.

  “You want to come?” he taunted.

  “Yes! Let me go!” His eyes darkened and he growled low in his chest, reaching between them with his free hand to palm his cock. She shifted under him, until her spread pussy rubbed the tip of his dick and gasped. “Please,” she begged. All of her reserves were down.

  He wanted to tease and play, but that vulnerability she showed made it impossible. He rubbed his cock against her a few times, just to make a point that he was in charge despite the urge to slam into her over and over until he exploded inside her hot heat. She grunted and pushed against him as much as she could with her arms stretched above her head and his weight holding her down. “Dammit, Raven, if you don’t put your cock in me right now, I’m going to go find Shark.” Her threat sent his temper through the roof. In one hard shove, he slammed his cock in her and pounded in and out against her screams without giving her time to adjust to his size. After that comment, he wanted to make sure he tore her cunt up good enough she’d remember who’d fucked her until she couldn’t walk. While she was sore, she’d think of him. He shouldn’t have felt jealousy at the thought but he did. Fuck, he’d always shared his women with Shark or someone else. And most of the time after, let the rest of the guys have a go or twenty with the beat out broad…so what the hell was going on? He looked down at her and felt it. With her eyes half-hooded and her teeth tugging at her bottom lip in a wince, he knew exactly what it was. There was just no way in hell he planned on thinking about it. Her wince soon turned to pure ecstasy as he fucked her deep and hard, grinding enough he hit bottom until she came. Her body bucked and twisted under him with enough force he had to hold her tight. Her cunt pulsed around him, milking and trying to push him out of her wet heat. “Fuck, you’re tight!” he growled. Her screams echoed through the room over and over until she began to float down, gasping his name.

  “Raven! Fuck! Oh God! Yes!” Raven bent down and kissed her to swallow her sweet screams. He kept her on an endless roll of orgasm until his body tensed and he filled the condom with his seed. With both of them panting and gasping for air, he let his body fall down on hers and he buried his face in her neck. Her sweet smell soaked in his senses and his dick twitched again, threatening to get hard before it’d even went limp. One sweet little moan from an exhausted Heaven had him moving inside her again.

  All night, he’d stayed buried inside her, stopping only to catch his breath or doze off for a few minutes. He’d fucked her until she passed out, then fucked her until she woke up, using her sweet little body as a fix for an addiction he’d acquired the moment he’d walked into that bar. Even after the sun rose and cast an amber glow through the mucky window, Raven couldn’t help but feel her effect on him and slid into her swo
llen folds, one last time.

  Chapter Seven

  Heaven woke up feeling like ran over dog shit. The lingering taste of Tequila was still marinated in her mouth, feeling bitter and putrid on her tongue. Her head pounded. Her body ached and cramped. If death was possible in a living, breathing form, this would be it. Something brushed her ratted hair out of her face and a hand came to view through her squinted eyes. “Here, take this.” She turned to look and saw Raven, holding a bottle of Gatorade and pain relievers with an intense look. She tried to sit up but the room spun and someone began playing the Congo drums in her head. Both of her hands went to her temples, squeezing in hopes to stop the pain. “Aaah,” she gasped.

  “Open,” he said, touching his fingers to her lips. She did, unable to open her eyes. The bottle followed and she tilted to drink, chugging a few swallows to coat the dehydration that had dried out her mouth and throat. A small trickle ran down her chin and chest but she didn’t care. It was a bitter sweet retreat, given that it made her mouth feel better but the moment it hit her stomach it mixed with the fumes from the Jose and made her nauseous. She whined. “Oh God,” she whispered.

  “Lay back down. Keep drinking even if it makes you puke. I’ll be back with something for you to eat.” His generosity was almost overwhelming if not for the pissed off look etched in his features.

  Seeing the Gatorade run down the same path the Tequila had last night was almost too much for Raven to bear. His dick went from hiding to rock solid and throbbing. He was sore from fucking her so much but it just made him want her again. Normally, he would have told her to roll over and he’d have plowed her once more to suffice his need, but she was in no state. Not to mention the fact her having this effect on him was nothing but bad news. The best thing he could do was get the fuck away from her, put some distance between him and the little hell cat wrapped in a Girl Scout wrapper.

  “Thanks,” she whispered, covering her eyes with her arm. He stared a few moments and shook his head to clear the thoughts that arose. Before shit got real, he got the fuck out of there.

  *****

  A couple hours later, give or take since she’d dozed back off, she woke to Gage holding a bag of food and a scowl. “Here, you need to eat.” She blinked a few hundred times in attempts to unstick her eyes from her contacts that she’d evidently slept in and saw he held the same glare Raven had.

  “I’m not hungry,” she mumbled and tossed her arm back over her eyes. If everyone wanted to be a dickhole just because she had a fuckin’ hangover, fuck them. Hell, every day these assholes practically nursed a hellacious hangover, then would drink it away only to start the cycle the next day. So what the fuck? Right now, her brain hurt too damn bad to care. All she wanted was to sleep the pain in her head away.

  A tight hand came around her arm and jerked her to a sitting position, rattling her brain against her skull. “What the fuck!” she yelled, regretting it immediately after. She should have said it out loud when she’d thought it. Maybe it would have saved the pain and anger that coursed through her…or the adrenaline that made her feel even worse. Asshole.

  “Eat,” he growled, shoving the bag of food in her lap. Well, for someone bringing her something, he sure seemed resentful over it. “It’s a bag of food, not the damn Holy Grail,” she snapped. “You shouldn’t have troubled yourself so much if you were going to get your fuckin’ panties in a wad over it.” She opened the bag and the scent of breakfast burritos made her hungry after all. As she reached in the bag, he grabbed her again. “Seriously! What the fuck!” He pulled her hand away and bent down inches from her face.

  “Maybe if your panties would have stayed in a fuckin’ wad, you wouldn’t have been fucking Raven and Shark last night,” he grit out through clenched teeth.

  Heaven’s temper snapped. “I’m too hung over for this shit right now!” She tried to jerk out of his grip but it was no use. “Fine! You want to do this now, let’s fucking do it! Coming from the fucker who had his cock buried balls deep in Sahara last night and who didn’t even skip a fuckin’ stroke when I walked in!”

  “I ain’t claimed you! I can fuck whoever I want, princess! If you can’t handle it, then you don’t belong in the club, let alone out here!” he argued, unaware of how hypocritical and totally ridiculous he sounded.

  “And so can I you pompous jackass!” Getting pissed off trumped the hangover and she saw red. “Let me remind you, you stupid fucker, that you’re the one who came in here acting like a clingy teenage girl because I’m in Raven’s bed after seeing you and Colt wearing Sahara out. So don’t you dare tell me I don’t belong!”

  He shook his head, his mouth hard set and tight. Yep, she’d called him out and there wasn’t a damn thing he could say about it. He knew she was right. What she said next was a bullet straight to his chest.

  “I thought I was more than a hole to plow,” Heaven said in a whisper. At that, his eyes got big and something faded over his features that she couldn’t understand. He let go of her arm and walked out without looking back.

  She watched the door shut and wondered what the fuck had happened in the past twenty-four hours to make such a dramatic shit storm on top of the already huge pile of shit the Diablos had created. Everything came crashing down at once as her adrenaline tanked and she felt the tears stinging the back of her throat. She fought to keep them at bay, heaving the sack of food across the room. Her head hit the pillow and she shoved another pillow on top and willed herself back to sleep. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. Just when she felt the darkness start to fade in, the door burst open and Sandman came in. “Time to get up. We’ve got cameras and audio set up around Reyes’ hideout. You’re on monitors.”

  “You guys saw it? How are the girls?” she gasped.

  “We got in and out as fast as we could, but we’re hoping an informant can get the bug in place inside today. He knows we are watching and didn’t seem to mind the idea of getting rid of the Diablos. Seems they’ve been causing a lot of problems here with the locals and not just on our side of the fence.”

  “So, we should be going in no later than tomorrow, right?” she asked hopefully. It was personal for her. Sahara’s sister was in there. Shady’s daughter had been. More so, her own sister had been taken. She’d been lucky enough to get out with just a few bumps and bruises, but it still cut her insides deep at the memory.

  Heaven hadn’t been around her family since she left when she was sixteen. Her father was an alcoholic druggie who had eventually shot up one to many times and overdosed in the front room. Her mother had found him, body cold with a needle still sticking out of his groin and a passed out hooker on the couch. Tami had only been seven at the time, but Heaven remembered it like it was yesterday. She’d rushed to help her mom, but instead of getting comfort from her parent, she was shoved away and blamed. At thirteen years old, Heaven had the burden of her father’s infidelity and death. She was the one who stepped up and took care of Tami, making sure her homework was done, she was fed, and had clean clothes on when she walked her to the bus each morning. Their mother fell in a deep depression and began to drink, spending most of her time in her bedroom with the door locked and the television blaring. When Heaven turned sixteen, she stepped up once again and tried to yank her mother out of her self-pity but that came back as her fault also. When her mom’s vodka bottle flew across the room and hit her in the cheek, she hauled ass. She’d tried taking Tami but couldn’t. Not until she had a place that was better than the one she was at. At least there, she had food and a roof over her head. Her mom hadn’t ever directed the blame to Tami. Whether she wanted to leave her there or not, it was the best option at the time.

  Since then, she’d gone over at least twice a week to check on her and visit. She’d found a way to sneak in Tami’s window and had used it ever since. After they’d rescued Tami, their mother had thrown an absolute hissy fit and demanded they bring her home against Heaven’s pleas of wanting to keep her safe at the clubhouse. The bitch had threatene
d to call the cops, and against Heaven’s judgment, she’d taken her back. It was no surprise that their mother blamed this on Heaven too. The past few weeks, Tami hadn’t been there. Heaven had tried to ask her mother where she was but she refused her calls. When she knocked on the door a few nights ago, her mother opened it long enough to scream and shout something about their life being shit because of her and if she didn’t leave, she’d have her arrested. How one woman could be so selfish blew Heaven’s mind. All she wanted was Tami safe and looked after. After what she’d just been through, Tami needed to be guarded, not turned loose to go do as she pleased. Not until this was over. Even after all those years, the woman still somehow pinned her poor life choices on an innocent thirteen-year-old girl.

  “If everything goes right. We have to catch Reyes on location and take him out so we put an end to this bullshit once and for all. When I’m done with him, what’s left of his fuckin’ body will be a reminder to any other power hungry sick fuck that might want to step up and claim the throne. I’m done playing with these bastards,” he said. His lethal tone was one they all shared when talking on the subject, and Heaven admired his determination to take out the bad guys. Who knew what some would call ‘bad guys’ would turn out to be so good and go after the real monsters?

  “Good. I want to watch that son-of-a-bitch bleed out. Any word on Sadie?”

  “No, but we saw movement in the windows which is good. The place is barricaded up like fuckin’ Fort Knocks. I’ve got Cajun and Maxi rounding up C-4 and chains for our Plan B.” Heaven’s eyes went wide but she nodded. If she had to help blow up the whole fucking country to save the girls and get rid of that scum, she would light the damn fuse herself, casualties or not.

  “Good. Let me hop in the shower and I’ll be over in a few minutes. Have someone get more Gatorade,” she grumbled. He laughed and nodded, obviously finding humor in her feeling like hell.