Steven (The Skulls Book 15)

by Sam Crescent

  Steven had removed his jacket, and she got to glimpse his heavily inked arms.

  “You didn’t take your time,” he said, turning toward her.

  Right now, this felt more natural. “I didn’t want to waste a chance of catching you making the hot chocolate.”

  “I’m not going to be giving you any of my tricks.”

  She chuckled, and took a seat at the kitchen counter, which had been completely remodeled since her mother nearly burnt it down. It was strange. At times, she saw them as her mom and dad. Then other times, they were Lacey and Whizz. She loved them both though, and that was never going to change.

  ****

  After Steven served them both some hot chocolate, they took it into the sitting room. Steven grabbed the first movie he saw and pushed it into the player. He took a seat beside Sally, and they sat in silence as the adverts played, and then the movie started.

  “This is nice,” Sally said, whispering.

  “What is?”

  “Sitting here, watching a movie.” He watched her jump as the telephone began to ring. She handed him her cup, and stood to go and answer it.

  “Hello.” There was a pause. “I’m fine.” Another break. “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow. Bye.” She put the phone back into the cradle.

  “Whizz?”

  “Yeah. He wanted to make sure that all the doors are locked, and the windows are on the latch, and that I’m fine. He also asked if I wanted him to come and get me.”

  “Do you want me to take you back to the club?”

  “No. I’m fine. I’m not really into it at the moment.”

  Steven sat back and tried to think over the past couple of years. Sally rarely stayed at the club, not since she got shot in the leg.

  “You know it’s safe now.”

  “Don’t, Steven.”

  “You’re not going to the club because you don’t feel safe.”

  “I visit the club all the time, Steven. It’s not that, okay? I just … I like having some quiet time. I used to have it all the time, but something changed.”

  “You know I wouldn’t let anything happen to you,” he said.

  She chuckled. “I know.” She took her hot chocolate from him and snuggled up close.

  Steven wrapped his arm around her, stroking a thumb down her arm.

  Drinking his own hot chocolate, he stared at the screen becoming aware of Sally pressed against him. The shirt she wore didn’t hide the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra.

  The movie got steamy just like it had to when he was having difficulty right about now. Sally wasn’t a girl anymore. She was a woman, and they’d always had this thing between them. He’d kissed her, for God’s sake, and it had been the only touch he’d had from a woman in years.

  Yes, he’d been celibate for a long time now, and it was fucking killing him.

  Her hand landed on his leg, and he glanced down at it, wondering if she’d done it on purpose.

  Stroking her arm, he stared at the screen.

  “Does it always feel like they make it look?” she asked.

  He glanced down at her. Her eyes were dilated, and her lips were slick from her licking them. He’d never thought brown eyes were all that attractive until he looked at hers. They were so clear, so beautiful, and she belonged to him. He knew it deep in his soul that she was his, and no one was ever going to take her away from him. Moving his hand up to her neck, he stroked across the pulse, which was pounding.

  “It depends on the person you’re with. There are some really shit lovers out there.”

  “Shit lovers? You sound like Adam.”

  “The brother is rubbing off on me. I can’t help it.”

  She sighed. “I like what you’re doing.”

  His cock was pressing against the front of his jeans. He turned, cupping her cheek and tilting her head back.

  Running a thumb across her bottom lip, he watched as she opened her mouth, and then he couldn’t resist. Closing the small distance, he pressed his lips against hers.

  The moment she moaned, he held the back of her head, and kissed her, gently at first, letting her get used to the feel of his lips against hers. Only when she was ready did he run his tongue across, and as she opened her mouth, he plunged inside. She stroked his tongue against hers, deepening the kiss. The hand on her leg went to his arm, and she held him. He didn’t want to let her go, but she moved, keeping her left leg on the floor, and changing position so that he was between her thighs.

  Steven stopped, and pulled away, staring into her eyes.

  “I love it when you kiss me like that,” she said.

  “Like what?”

  “Like I’m the only one in the world to you.”

  “You are.” He stroked her cheek. “You have no idea at all what you mean to me.”

  “Can you make it feel good?” she asked.

  “Sally—”

  “I want to know what it’s like. I … please, Steven.”

  “You’re not ready.”

  “I’m asking you to show me how good it can be. Don’t tell me I’m not ready. I’m not ready to go all the way yet, but you can’t tell me that all there has to be is full-blown sex?”

  “No, there’s not. There’s so much more.”

  “Then show me.”

  He nodded, even though he knew he shouldn’t. “I didn’t come here for this. I came here to be with you.”

  “I know. I like you being with me, and I trust you, which is why I’m asking.” She placed a hand on his chest right over his heart, and glided it down. He knew where it was heading, but he didn’t stop her.

  When she cupped his dick, he closed his eyes. The pleasure rushed over him just from her tentative touch.

  “Is this because of me?”

  “Yes. There’s no one else here to help me feel that way. That’s all you, Sally.”

  She let go of his cock, and took his hand, placing it on her chest. Steven watched as she moved it down. First to her breast, and he felt the weight of her as he cupped her tit, pinching her nipple. Down she moved, over her stomach, to her pussy. She held his hand above her mound, and finally, after seconds passed, she placed his hand at the apex of her thighs. She gasped as he rubbed her gently. The shorts she wore were light, and had slid down her thighs, still covering her pussy.

  Moving his hand away from her, he stroked her knee before going down, but this time he passed her shorts, and still keeping an eye on her, he touched her naked pussy. “You’re a naughty girl, Sally. You’re not wearing any panties.”

  His cock thickened, and he found it hard to focus on anything else but her. She was wet, soaking actually, and that surprised him. “Do you get like this a lot?”

  “Yes. I think about you a lot.”

  Steven smiled. He couldn’t help it, knowing that she thought of him, and it worked her up like this, especially as he felt the same way. They both meant a great deal to one another. It wasn’t just sex either.

  Taking possession of her lips, he kissed her hard, breaking away to her neck. He sucked on her pulse. She arched up, grasping his arms as he teased through her slit at the same time.

  “Do you think about me coming to you, Sally? Licking this little pussy, and then fucking you so hard that I’m the only person you can think of?”

  “Steven,” she said, gasping his name.

  He eased back and stared into her eyes. Sliding two fingers inside her pussy, he stroked her clit, watching her reaction as he did.

  “I’m not going to let you come on my fingers, Sally. I’m just giving you a teaser of what’s to come.”

  When she began to tense up, he pulled his fingers from her pussy, and sucked them into his mouth, tasting her.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’m going to be licking your pussy, baby, I want to taste every single inch of you.” He couldn’t get enough of her already. She was his own drug of choice, and he knew that there wasn’t going to be any other woman for him.

  He knelt up, and still
with his gaze on hers, he began to remove her shorts. She didn’t stop him, but he saw she was a little nervous. “You want to stop this at any time, just say the word, and I’ll stop.”

  “No. I want this.”

  Steven wanted it as well, but he’d wait. When it came to Sally, she was worth waiting for.

  With the shorts out of the way, she had pressed her thighs together. Putting his hands on her knees, he opened them, sliding between them. Then he pressed a kiss to her lips before moving down.

  He held the lips of her sex, which had a neatly trimmed thatch of hair. Her clit was red, swollen, desperate for touch. Licking from her cunt up to her clit, he circled the bud, taking his time with her, getting her used to him.

  The first lick had her gasping, and her body shaking.

  Slowly, he got her used to the feel of his tongue. Even as she wriggled, he found her utter abandon breathtaking to witness. She was a beauty, and she couldn’t seem to help but close her eyes.

  “That’s it, baby, give yourself to me.”

  He licked her clit, sliding across, back and forth, and around, sucking the bud into his mouth, and then going down to plunge inside her. She cried out his name as he worked her pussy, wanting her to scream his name.

  “Steven! Please! Yes!”

  They were the only sounds he wanted to hear. Flicking his tongue all over her clit, he brought her to the crest of her orgasm. He held her, licking up her pussy as she came.

  He loved the sound as it echoed off the walls.

  When she came down, he pressed a kiss to her pussy, and then smiled up at her.

  “That was amazing,” she said.

  “That you can have any time. All you’ve got to do is ask.”

  “Wouldn’t it be a bit rude?” she asked.

  He shook his head. “Not for me. I want you, and I want to give you every kind of pleasure you can imagine.”

  She licked her lips. “What about you?”

  “Not tonight. This was about you.”

  Chapter Three

  Sally stood just outside of the clubhouse. It had been three days since she’d last seen Steven, and this was the part she hated more than anything. After he’d given her the best experience of her life, tucked her into bed, and stayed with her, he’d been gone. Not a single word from him. She’d been tempted to text him, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. It wasn’t in her style. It never had been, and never would be.

  “You’re just going to stay outside. You’re not going to come inside?” Angel asked. Sally turned to see the other woman, the old lady of Lash, the leader of The Skulls. Out of all of the women, Angel was the nicest. Tate was the biggest bitch, followed closely by Sally’s own mom. Well, her mother wasn’t a bitch. She just had an attitude about her, and that was always a big problem for a lot of people, not that it stopped them from visiting the salon that Lacey owned.

  “Yeah, sorry. My mom called and said she needed my help.”

  “It’s barbeque. All the kids are off, so it’s the perfect excuse to have a big party.”

  “Oh.” Sally tried to be excited about that, but the truth was, she had been avoiding the parties for some time, and that hadn’t changed in the last few years. The parties were great, fun even, but they also brought her a lot of memories.

  “Don’t look so happy,” Angel said, laughing. “The Chaos crew is coming.”

  “Great.” So everyone was going to be back again. She didn’t know if she should be happy or sad about that. When they were all together, bad shit tended to happen. “Are my mom and dad inside?” Sally asked.

  “Yep, they sure are.”

  “I’m going to go and see them.”

  Leaving Angel alone, she made her way inside. She passed the small play area the clubhouse had installed years ago.

  “Sally, Sally, look what I can do.”

  She turned to see Daisy on the swings. Her younger sister was kicking her legs up, getting higher and higher.

  “I want to fly.”

  Sally saw that Anthony, Angel’s oldest, was watching Daisy. The intent look on the boy’s face was something she was used to. Anthony was the quietest amongst the entire group, but that didn’t mean anything. Angel had been so worried that she had wanted to take him to a speech therapist. From that moment on, Anthony would spend a lot of time talking a mile a minute. When Sally had asked him why, he said he “didn’t need to talk to no weirdo.” It had been so funny, but it made her wonder exactly who Anthony was. All of the kids had seen her as the big sister for so long. Being the eldest of the kids, she’d known why they had looked up to her. Of course, that was all on Michael and Darcy now, the two kids that were in high school. Darcy was Blaine and Emily’s daughter. Michael was Alex and Cheryl’s son, but that had a whole lot of drama attached to it that Sally refused to get involved with. Everything was crazy at The Skulls, and at times hard to follow. She sometimes wondered if she should draw a little chart for herself to make sense of it all. Drew told her that they were all one big family, so it didn’t really matter.

  “Be careful, Daisy. Don’t even think of trying to jump off,” she said, shouting to be heard.

  “She won’t,” Anthony said.

  Sally was just going to leave then, and made her way toward the kitchen. Lacey was inside arguing with Tate.

  “You’ve been banned from the kitchen. You shouldn’t even be here,” Tate said, hands on her hips. “Get out.”

  “I was grabbing a glass of water, bitch. Your father’s not the Prez anymore.”

  “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Tate asked.

  Lacey took a step toward Tate, and Sally didn’t like it. “Mom, you called. I’m here.”

  Instantly, the argument, or smackdown, came to a close. Sally smiled at Tate. “Hey, Tate.”

  “Hey, Sally. Good to see you again.” Tate walked over and gave her a hug. “Don’t turn out like your mother.”

  “I heard that, bitch!”

  Sally laughed. “What was all that about?”

  “Bitch doesn’t know when to keep her damn mouth shut. She keeps driving me insane, and I’m going to fuck her up.”

  “You won’t do that.” Sally tucked some hair behind her ears.

  “Do you like your hair?” Lacey asked.

  “Yes. Drew said it looked great. I could be spotted in a crowd.”

  “Just the look you were going for.”

  “I wasn’t going for any look. I don’t want to be spotted in a crowd.”

  Lacey shrugged. “You’re too cute to not.” She squeezed her chin. “So will you be inviting Drew?”

  “You want me to? You think that’s a good idea?” Drew wasn’t part of The Skulls. He wasn’t even close family. His family wanted to be rid of The Skulls. That wasn’t going to happen. The Skulls were wanted in Fort Wills. They provided a great deal of employment. Also, the women loved having Lacey do their hair. Baker had also helped with the bakery as well that they’d invested in. The gym had become a place that had people visiting as well.

  The town thrived with The Skulls. They helped invest, and also made the town safe. Of course, it didn’t help that they had a bit of a bad reputation. It wasn’t entirely their fault, but they did seem to attract trouble.

  “Yes, invite him. I know Whizz likes him, and that’s a big deal to him.”

  “He likes the fact that he’s not part of the club.”

  “Did you know that Drew spoke to Lash?” Lacey asked.

  “About what?”

  “About joining the club.”

  This had her freezing in place and turning toward her mother. “He did? When?”

  “A couple of weeks ago. I know that Lash is thinking about it. Prospects all have to earn their patch. You know that.”

  “I’ve got to go,” Sally said.

  “Where are you going?”

  “I need to talk to someone about something.” She was already moving away from the kitchen, and heading toward Lash’s office when she bumped int
o Killer. “I’m so sorry.”

  “It’s okay.” Killer put his hands on her arms, to steady her. All of the club did that. At times, her prosthetic didn’t move with her, and she found herself stumbling. Of course that was enhanced when someone bumped into her. “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Do you know if Lash is in his office?”

  “I’m not sure. Knock and check.”

  She nodded and moved past him. Killer still stood, staring at her. “Is there anything else?”

  She shook her head. “Nah, not at all. Everything is good.”

  “You look like you want to say something to me.”

  “No. It’s fine. Have you seen Steven?”

  Heat filled her cheeks. She lied. “No, not recently. I better go and see Lash.”

  She went to the office, and knocked on the door. Tapping her foot, she couldn’t believe how nervous she was.

  Part of joining the club was the Prospects had to prove themselves. That was doing humiliating shit, and also fighting. The thought of Drew being pitted against Steven made her nervous. She didn’t want either of them fighting.

  “Come in,” Lash said.

  Entering the office, she saw Lash with a pair of glasses reading a sheet of paper. “Hey, Sally, what’s up?” he asked.

  She took a seat at the table. “Drew.”

  “Ah, what about him?”

  “He wants to be a Prospect.”

  “Yep, and I’ve got to put it to the table.”

  “Don’t let him become one,” she said, taking a seat opposite his desk.

  Lash sat back, staring at her. He removed his glasses, and rubbed at his eyes. “Why?”

  “Think about it. His family would never allow something like that to happen. You know they won’t. They’ll make trouble.”

  “I don’t give a shit about his family, Sally. We’ll be his family. I’ve told him to think long and hard about this. We don’t accept half-assed shit. It’s all or nothing.”