Black Sheep (Rawkfist MC Book 1)

by Bijou Hunter

  I try not to laugh and jiggle Matilda, but Justice is giving me some seriously odd sexy faces. That or she’s passing a kidney stone.

  The next thirty minutes at the fair are easy fun. I keep waiting for Otto to lose his shit again, but he’s calmer than I’ve seen him in a long time.

  “Friend of yours?” Journey asks when we stand near the ball toss game.

  Following her gaze, I spot Donovan wearing a ball cap and sunglasses. His incognito outfit makes him look like a cop. Or maybe a con on the run. Either way, I gesture for him to join us.

  “He’s my cousin.”

  “Cop or con?” she asks.

  “Cop.”

  “People really don’t like the police around here, huh?”

  “No.”

  Donovan removes his sunglasses, instantly looking less suspicious.

  “I didn’t want to bother you during…” He glances at my crew and frowns. “Family time, I guess.”

  “This is Justice,” I say, introducing him to my bouncing girlfriend.

  “I have a natural talent for this game,” she tells Donovan. “Why is your hat on so low? Are you hiding from the cops?”

  Donovan grins at me and fixes the cap. “Something like that.”

  I make quick introductions of the rest of Justice’s family and Becca’s kids. Donovan gives me a weird look when I tell him whose children they are.

  “As if you don’t have enough problems,” he mutters.

  “Surprised you’d be at the fair.”

  “I like cheap food and games too. I’m a cop, not a machine.”

  “You can hang out with us if you’d like. No doubt you’ll blend in better if you aren’t lurking alone.”

  Donovan nods and buys tickets for the ball throw. He gets three in a row and smiles at Justice.

  “I’ve got natural talent too.”

  “Show off,” she grunts, turning toward me.

  For a moment, I’m leery of Donovan smiling at my woman. Possessiveness isn’t something I’m accustomed to, and the heat of my jealousy surprises me. Justice’s evident disinterest in him helps ease the anger in my gut.

  I might be more experienced with relationships than Justice, but everything still feels new and overwhelming. I never needed anyone as much as I need her. I’ve never dreamed of any woman the way I dream of her nearly every night. Never once have I considered cutting a man’s throat for smiling at my girlfriend, but when Donovan bragged a moment earlier, I was very aware of the blade in my back pocket.

  32 Black Sheep

  Justice

  Court sure loves his secrets. I didn’t even know he had a cousin. In fact, I specifically remember asking if he had any family besides Felix and the love of my life said no. Well, I also remember sensing he was lying but whatever. I’m still a little unsure how I feel about Court keeping pointless secrets. If he’s doing club business, I don’t want to know. If he has family in the town over, I wouldn’t mind having a heads up.

  I want to be irritated at Court, but he’s too frigging adorable carrying around Matilda. She sits between us when we stop for hot dogs. Poppy and Felix are locked together, discussing various nerd gamer crap that I don’t understand. Otto’s fit apparently worked out some of his crabbiness, and he’s now a perfect, little gentleman sitting between Journey and Christine. At the end of our table, the secret cousin eats a hot dog while avoiding every conversation.

  “You’re pissed,” Court whispers against my ear.

  His breath is hot, and I know he’s purposely being a sexy stud, so I’ll forget about his secrets.

  “Not at all,” I lie. “I’m a very content person.”

  Court smirks. “We’ll talk later.”

  “No, I’ll talk, and you’ll listen with a look of guilt plastered on your handsome face.”

  “I’m in big trouble,” Court tells Matilda in a feigned scared voice. She smiles with a mouthful of hot dog. “I hope I don’t get grounded.”

  “A whipping is more like it,” I say and then make the mistake of imagining me smacking his bare ass with a belt. Now I’m not angry as much as curious about how that scene would play out.

  Court likely knows where my mind has gone because he gives me a cocky smile. I choose to ignore him for the meal. While he’s tortured with my silence, I daydream about him over my knee. Yeah, that’ll be a fun punishment.

  The kids are less energetic after filling up with heavy foods. I file this information in my mental “later” box in case I ever need to crush a child’s enthusiasm.

  “I don’t want to ride anything,” Poppy moans, rubbing her stomach. “I think I ate too many nachos.”

  “We all think that,” I tell my sister who pretends to hit me.

  Christine looks queasy too, and I wonder what she was thinking to order jalapenos at a fair. No doubt tonight, she’ll need to sit on the toilet while cradling a trash can.

  “How’s Jared?” Journey asks Christine while we watch a local band suck for everyone to see.

  Christine frowns at her daughter. “How would I know?”

  “I think he might drop by tonight,” Journey says.

  “Whatever.”

  Poppy leans over to me and whispers, “The sex wasn’t good.”

  “Shut up, Pauline,” Christine growls.

  Poppy’s eyes widen, and she keeps her mouth shut. Christine only pulls out her youngest daughter’s real name when in an especially touchy mood.

  Court watches the exchange and then smiles at me. I don’t know what he’s thinking, but he’s a happy hunk right now. Feeding off of his good mood, Matilda bounces on Court’s shoulders, completely oblivious to how much the band blows.

  Another singer comes on stage and does a cover of Shania Twain’s Man! I Feel Like a Woman!. I smile since this is one of the few country songs I know. Enjoying it too, Journey throws her arms around Christine’s neck and sways back and forth, forcing our mother to dance.

  I take Matilda’s hand, and we sway to the beat. Court clearly forgets children surround us because his gaze locks onto my bouncing boobs. I roll my eyes, even while loving how he never tires of seeing, thinking, touching, licking, or knowing my B-cup melons. Talk about a confidence booster.

  Otto and Felix don’t want to dance. They’re awkward boys and want to do what they think is “cool.” Poppy has never once been cool in her entire life. However, the kids are too young to know this fact, and they mistakenly think she’s awesome. When she does her white girl swaying dance move, they imitate her perfectly. At this point, I could crap my pants and still not be the most embarrassing person in our group.

  “Fuck me,” Court growls under his breath.

  “Okay but where?” I ask, glancing around. “This place is crawling with kids.”

  “Look,” he says, turning me to face the approaching threat.

  Even without seeing Becca, I know there’s only person who makes Court rage and the kids shirk in fear. Matilda notices her mother approaching and wants down. Fun time is over in the kid’s mind.

  Becca struts like a woman ready to destroy an army, despite arriving without her entourage.

  “Look at you playing daddy with kids that ain’t even yours. Fucking martyr shit.”

  “Hi, Mom,” Otto says.

  With her gaze locked on Court, Becca nods at Otto’s comment but never looks at the kid. “I’ll go ahead and take them with me now.”

  “Astrid said I can watch them for the evening.”

  “She isn’t their fucking mom!” Becca yells, scaring the crap out of everyone in a three-mile radius. “I am, and I say they’re coming with me.”

  When Court steps closer to her, the gesture feels threatening. “Don’t do this.”

  “Fuck off.”

  Court crosses his arms. “They’re having fun. They aren’t going with you.”

  “Are you stealing my kids?” she cries before reaching for Matilda. “Come on.”

  The girl doesn’t know what to do and looks to me for help. I pick h
er up which is probably the wrong move. Seeing me usurp her maternal authority sends Becca into a stomping and screaming rage.

  “I swear I’m going to call the cops on all of you! I’m going to press charges and send Court back to prison!”

  Around us, fairgoers become agitated over the idea of the Sheriff’s Department sending deputies into Tumbling Rock. They aren’t the only ones upset. Next to me, Felix breathes too fast while struggling against tears. Poppy looks at Christine to handle shit, but our mother isn’t good at confrontations. On my other side, Court and Donovan share a silent conversation about where to hide Becca’s body. Meanwhile, the bitch’s temper sparks hotter.

  Journey finally sighs in the way she does when Poppy and I argue, and she’s about ready to slap someone. Walking past Court and me, she seems almost bored when staring at Becca.

  “I’ll give you two choices,” she tells Becca, who shuts up when faced with the straddle-punching woman from Telly’s bar. “Choice one allows you to walk away and save face. Choice two involves me punching you until your jaw shatters, and your big mouth ends up wired shut.”

  Becca looks around for help or a shield. Journey inches closer and leans forward.

  “Do you walk away or end up flat on your fat ass? I won’t ask again before I make the choice for you.”

  Becca’s face is still swollen and bruised from her last run-in with Journey. The choice before her is obvious. Becca hates me. She hates Journey. No doubt she hates Court and probably her kids too. Everyone sucks, and she wants to punish us all for ruining her good day.

  Despite her righteous anger, Becca knows Journey will bust open her face. That shit will hurt, too. Pain is something Becca hands out but doesn’t embrace herself.

  “What the fuck ever,” Becca growls, stepping back. “I hope my kids puke on you.”

  Journey doesn’t react. She’s all hard jaw and cold eyes. If I didn’t know her, I’d think my sister was a psycho.

  We all stay very still until Becca disappears around a corner.

  Journey turns around and shrugs. “Anyone up for cotton candy or am I the only one not ready to puke?”

  I hold her hand against my heart. “If I was into chicks and you and I weren’t related, I’d be crushing on you so hard right now.”

  Court smiles at Journey. “If I weren't in love with your sister, I’d be stalking you at this point.”

  Frowning, I shake my head. “I don’t support that.”

  “You’re fine,” he teases while taking my hand and tugging me away from my annoyed sister.

  I glance back to find Otto staring at Journey as if she’s magic. He’s a kid who only understands power. His mom has it over most people, but Journey shut the bitch down. Now Journey is Otto’s queen.

  Donovan is checking out Journey too, but less in an awed by a “mother-figure” way and more in a “that chick is tough and has a nice rack and her ass is solid too” way. I file this information in my “torment Journey about this later” file.

  Despite Court’s secrets, Becca’s shit-tastic behavior, and way too many hot dogs, I’m having the time of my life at the fair. If my father showed up, things might be perfect. Or maybe not. He and Christine can’t figure out what the queef to do with their lust or the grudges they still hold. I hope by the time I have a kid of my own, my parents will be over their drama so I can have my family together.

  33 Black Sheep

  Justice

  A big part of working in Tumbling Rock is dealing with regulars. I’m expected to remember names, buying habits, and even their life stories shared in small bits every time they come into the store.

  Most of the customers walk in with knowledge about my family, Court, and the drama with Becca. The only person who doesn’t seem to know my every fart, especially my having a boyfriend, is the closest to a stalker I’ve ever had.

  Allen Mackey comes into the Mart every day after work. He picks up a pack of cigarettes, a candy bar, and a Mello Yellow Zero. Then he talks me up until I make an excuse to shut down his chatty mouth. He’s harmless enough, but I wouldn’t turn my back on him. I’ve learned not to turn my back on anyone in Tumbling Rock besides Court and Felix. I don’t even trust Matilda not to pull a weapon and aim for the spot between my shoulder blades. People in this town are shifty as queef.

  My hunk strolls into the Mart, seemingly blind to me. His gaze is completely focused on Allen.

  “Hey, baby love,” I say, trying to draw his attention. “That’s my boyfriend,” I whisper to Allen, who doesn’t catch the hint.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow,” Allen says, taking his bag and walking past Court.

  I leave the counter where Ali loudly pops her gum. Court watches Allen even after I join him.

  “Is he the love who got away?” I taunt when he doesn't acknowledge me.

  Court finally blinks a few times and then grins. “You look delicious,” he says, giving me the once over.

  Twirling for him, I show off my simple black outfit. “Do I?”

  “You’re wearing a skirt,” Court says, fingering the seam. “It’s like you knew I’d drop by today.”

  His dark eyes hold both amusement and an unquenchable lust. Desperate for his touch, my pussy instantly clenches in response to his gaze.

  “My car is parked in the back, and I’m ready for my break.”

  A smiling Court takes my car keys. “I’ll be waiting.”

  I want to run after him, jump on his back, and ride him to the car where we’ll rock it enough to ensure no one has the balls to knock.

  Except I’m a professional, and I can’t immediately run off with my man for a quickie in the privacy of my car. First, I check over the revolving hot dogs and ask Ali to sweep the soda area. Once everything is in order, I responsibly take my break so I can hump my man in the privacy of my car.

  The back parking lot is always empty. It’s also blocked from two directions by a concrete wall and a third direction by the Mart. I still study the area to make sure no pervs are keeping watching.

  Inside my compact SUV, Court stretches out in the backseat while listening to the radio. I climb in next to him and take a quick swig from my water bottle before planting a kiss on his luscious lips.

  “You were jealous,” I breathlessly say as he slides his fingers under my skirt. “How adorable.”

  A smile crosses his handsome face, but he remains silent. I feel his hand slip under my panties. Searching for my clit, his finger presses deeper into my flesh. I sigh when he hits the jackpot.

  “Don’t rip my panties. I still have to work another few hours.”

  “I’ll do my best,” he says, fingering me until I’m dripping wet against his hand.

  Somehow, he maneuvers himself enough to lower his jeans past his hips. I immediately seek out his cock, wanting the relief of him inside me.

  Moaning against Court’s lips, I press down until the head of his cock teases my cervix. I’m like Goldilocks, and my man’s cock fits just right.

  Outside the tinted windows, the world disappears until only Court and I exist. He shoves his hand under my bra and pinches at my hard nipple. My hips roll steadily against his, finding our rhythm.

  With my hands tugging at his hair, Court teases my clit mercilessly. He demands I come fast and hard on his cock. My teeth nip at his bottom lip as the pleasure builds.

  “Fuck me,” he groans as I bounce faster on his cock. “Fuck me until I fill you with my seed. Justice, don’t stop.”

  I doubt I could stop even if my dad knocked on the window and told me Jesus was very disappointed in my behavior.

  Court thrusts harder into me, and my wet pussy tightens around his thick cock.

  “Court,” I whimper, finally hitting the magical moment where pleasure is all I understand.

  My pussy spasms until Court’s ball release into me. I grind down at against his erection, sucking every drop of his seed into my body. I think I’m satisfied until Court pinches my nipples. My pussy instantly reacts like a spoi
led child, wanting more pleasure. It’s never enough.

  Court removes his finger from my pussy and sucks at the juices. I watch him and want a taste too. I need Court naked so I can savor every inch of him. A quick fuck in the car won’t satisfy when I know how much more pleasure we can create.

  “I love you,” I moan into his mouth. “I need you to sleep over tonight and make me come.”

  Court smiles against my lips. I feel him still thrusting, still claiming every inch of my pussy until he softens inside me. I lean back, so my shoulders rest against the front seats. I look down at where we’re joined. My pussy never seems sexier than when filled with Court’s cock.

  “Tonight?” I ask, almost scared he’ll tell me he has plans.

  One hand plays with my nipples while the other leisurely teases my clit. “Every night.”

  “Can you fuck me again before I need to get back inside?”

  “Maybe. Will you pull up your shirt so I can see your tits?”

  Nodding quickly, I tug up my shirt to reveal my hard nipples. Court doesn’t look around. He simply knows we’re alone because we need to be alone. This has to happen. No way can we return to our casual facades without another spell of intense satisfaction.

  Court licks each nipple and then looks at the wet, hard flesh. He devours the left one, sucking at the same pace his finger uses on my clit. Bracing my hands against the car’s roof, I press down roughly against his cock. I want him thick and hard inside me. No way can I come until I feel him stretch the walls of my pussy.

  His cock responds to my sucking flesh until he’s erect inside me, thrusting upward in forceful motions. He bites at my nipples, causing a delicious hint of pain to mix with the hot delight between my legs.

  We fuck hard and fast in the car. There’s nothing beautiful about our animal need. No romantic words. No softness. Our hunger can only be satisfied by a good pounding.

  Despite the sweaty grunting, I never love Court more than right now. This man understands me on a primal level. When he demands something from my body, I’m always surprised by how much I savor the results. Our needs fit as perfectly together as our cock and pussy do.