Abe (Marked Skulls MC Book 3)

by Savannah Rylan

  Slamming my laptop shut, I got up and went to his room. I knocked on the door twice to try and wake him up and there was no movement from inside.

  “Oz! Wake up!” I barked, opening the door and walking straight in. He was still fast asleep on his single bed, snoring.

  “Oz! For fuck’s sake. Will you wake up and get on with the day!” I barked, shaking him by the shoulders.

  “Jesus, sis! Why won’t you just let me be?” he groaned, turning to blink his eyes open. I stood over him with my hands on my hips.

  “Get up. Get changed and go get us some eggs so I can make us a proper breakfast,” I scolded him and Oz was trying to turn back into bed but I started pulling him out.

  “Fuck! Okay! Let me go!” he groaned, sliding his legs off the bed finally. I did a quick once over, to make sure he didn’t have any new bruises on his body.

  “You’re losing your mind, Alexis!” he growled, as he put on his clothes from the previous day that were lying on the floor.

  “It is debatable who is losing their mind in this house,” I snapped, crossing my arms over my breasts.

  Oz stood up, running his hand through his bushy ginger hair before he walked to the door.

  “What do you need?” he asked, still in a groggy voice.

  “Just some milk and eggs and bread,” I said, stifling a smile. For all the tough-guy attitude he put on for everyone else, he was still my little brother who had no choice but to obey my commands. At least in our day-to-day lives, this aspect hadn’t changed yet.

  Oz shook his head frustratedly and I followed him to the front door. He was dragging his feet, looking exhausted and I hoped that he would be too tired today to stay out all night again.

  “And don’t get lost out there, just go to the shop and come back home straight away, will you?” I called after him, but he was gone before he could reply. I shut the door and went back to my laptop, watching the clock closely again.

  ***

  Five minutes later, there was a knock on the door. I was happy thinking that Oz had returned directly, instead of getting distracted by some friend of his. But then, why would he knock instead of letting himself in?

  I went to the door and opened it, ready to ask Oz if he’d forgotten his keys but it wasn’t him, it was Abe on the other side. My heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach when I saw him in front of me.

  It had been a week since I visited his bar, since the incident in the storeroom and I’d hoped that I would never have to see him again. Those feelings of wanting him again, was like a shocking slap across my face.

  Abe was standing there, with his hands in his jacket pockets, looking at me sheepishly.

  “Oh, I didn’t expect to find you here. Someone told me you had a shift at the supermarket,” he said, and I looked into his dangerous blue eyes and felt myself sinking.

  “Clearly all your information isn’t trustworthy,” I replied and his gaze dropped to my breasts, and then the spot between my legs where he had touched me. I felt naked again, like he could see right through me. The knots in my belly tightened, making my pussy ache.

  “Can I come in?” he asked and I stood guard at the door.

  “What do you think?” I asked, hoping that my voice didn’t quiver. Abe clenched his jaws and took a step towards me.

  “I think you’re going to let me in because you have no other choice,” he said, in a deep calm voice. I was glaring at him, trying to fight the urge to let him into the apartment but in the end, my desire to be close to him won, I stepped aside.

  “He’s not here, and I don’t know when he’ll be back,” I said, as Abe walked into the apartment. He looked around, and I felt strange having him in my home, his tall muscular presence.

  I felt nervous around him, like I was ready to burst into flames right there. Abe breathed in and nodded.

  “It’s okay, I can wait here,” he said and walked into the living room without invitation. I followed him, cursing myself for letting him in.

  “I won’t allow that. I’m not going to let you wait here. If you want to find Oz, go do it yourself. I’m not going to make it easy for you,” I hissed and Abe turned to me. I had a flash of what his body might look like underneath those clothes, his rugged, muscular strong body. I could feel my mouth salivating just at the thought.

  “Why don’t we take the time now, for you to explain to me just what your problem is and why you want to make this whole thing so difficult for both of us,” he said calmly.

  I licked my lips. He demanded an explanation? As if anything I said to him was capable of changing his mind! I looked away from him nervously, feeling self-conscious under his steady gaze.

  “I want a different life for Oz, it’s as simple as that,” I said and Abe breathed in sharply.

  “Different life from this?” he asked, looking around the living room and I nodded.

  “Yes”

  “Well, that is exactly what I want for him too. If I take him under my wing, if he works with me; all this is going to change. Both of you are going to have a far better life,” Abe said, watching me as I shook my head.

  “Don’t think for one second that you can tempt me with your money. That is not what I’m talking about when I say change. I want his life to be different from yours, from what our father had. I don’t care how much money he makes, as long as he is safe and leading a normal life!” I raged at him and he took a few quick long strides to make his way closer to me.

  I had my chin lifted up, facing him as confidently as I could manage. Abe clenched his jaws, squinting his blue eyes at me.

  “I don’t know what your father did to your family, but it’s not going to be the same with Oz,” he said through gritted teeth.

  “How do you know that?” I hissed and he brought his face closer to me, close enough so I could kiss him if I wanted to.

  “Because none of my brothers at the MC are alone. We all look out for each other, we are safer in our lives than you will ever be on the outside,” he said, in a deep guttural growl.

  I looked away from him, staring at the window in the room as I tried to gather myself. Having him standing so close to me, looking like that…it made me believe everything he was saying. I could feel myself weakening, crumbling under his gaze.

  “Alexis, look at me!” he said and I did as I was told, facing him again. Abe’s face was dark and pinched, I could see that he was angry too but this was my brother we were talking about. He wasn’t going to convince me with a few empty promises.

  “I am going to change Oz’ life, for the better,” he said and I shook my head.

  “No! No, you are not. You are going to ruin him, you are going to put his life in danger and then he’s going to get shot and I’m going to be all alone!” I cried. My eyes had watered and I realized I was screaming. As one teardrop rolled down my cheek, Abe grabbed me by my waist and pulled me to himself.

  “Don’t you fucking cry, woman!” he growled and he pressed his hands to my cheeks, pinching my face and pulling it to himself. I looked into his eyes, my breath was caught in my throat…he was going to kiss me again! I fell on him, wrapping my arms around his neck as he kissed me.

  Our lips were fuzed, sliding and slipping over and into each other’s mouths. I was breathless, my body was shaking with desire for him. Abe grunted as he pushed his tongue into my mouth, parting my lips and I drank him in. I tugged at the collar of his jacket, pressing my hips into his stomach and then he was lifting me up.

  He picked me up and put me down on the back of our couch, my legs dangled in front of me.

  “Fuck, Alexis, why are you so irresistible!” he growled angrily as he took his jacket off and threw it to the floor. I was already unbuttoning my shirt and my breasts spilled out, I wasn’t wearing a bra.

  Abe grunted like a wild beast as he pounced on my breasts. His mouth clamped down on my left nipple and he sucked wildly. I arched my spine backwards, running my fingers over his velvety hair while his mouth remained stuck to my breasts
. His wet tongue sliding and sucking and nibbling on my nipples was the most explosive feeling. I felt like I could have come right there.

  He continued to suck, while his hands started working on my linen pants, sliding them down my legs. With no panties to remove, Abe’s fingers found my pussy wet was ready for him already. I cried out with delight as his fingers stroked my clit again. He smacked his mouth away from my swollen throbbing nipple and looked up at me, his blue eyes were glittering with hunger.

  “I want to see you too,” I said, in a meek weak voice, like I was asking him to do something he didn’t want to do.

  Abe stepped away from me and I watched with bated breath as he started taking his clothes off. One by one they came off, his t-shirt, his jeans and then his boxers. Abe was standing completely naked in the living room in front of me. I was balancing myself on the back edge of the couch, looking at him with my mouth hanging open.

  He was even panty-dropping hotter than I’d imagined him to be. He was muscular, with six-pack abs and tattoos winding around both arms and the right side of his chest that trailed up the side of his neck. He stood with his rock-solid thighs apart, reaching for the cock that was erect and throbbing between his legs.

  I stared at that cock hungrily, my pussy ached with the need to have it inside me. I felt like I was going to go crazy if I didn’t feel him slide into me.

  Abe stroked himself, slowly at first with his large rough right hand. He was watching me too, his eyes gliding over my rosy pebbled nibbles, my shivering belly and the way I had parted my legs for him.

  I licked my lips, I was getting impatient.

  “Fuck me, Abe,” I said, in a soft voice, just seconds before he lunged at me, lifting me up in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing my heels into his perfect tight ass. I felt like I was on a high.

  ***

  We were kissing again, this time it was me who was kissing him harder. His arms were tightly wound around my waist and he was holding me up. I could feel the muscles on his shoulders moving with every move that he made. He was strong and powerful and I felt small and light in his arms.

  I wished I didn’t want him this much, that he didn’t make me so wet with just one look. My pussy rubbed against his belly and I could feel the heat of his cock underneath me.

  He pulled his mouth away from me and I gasped. Abe’s eyes were focused on me, looking deep into my soul as he started moving. I knew what he was doing, he was going to thrust into me. He moved and adjusted himself till the tip of his cock grazed against the folds of my pussy.

  I threw my head back and moaned, my eyes rolled as I gave myself up to him. I could feel his cock parting my folds slowly, it slipped in, just an inch and I moaned even louder.

  Slowly, with every inch, Abe’s cock slid into me. He was being gentle with me at first and I could feel him filling me up. I rolled my hips, trying to get his cock inside me, big and strong, it was stretching my small pussy. But it didn’t hurt, it felt too good to hurt. Then, just as I thought I had recovered my breath, Abe started pounding into me.

  I gasped again, choking with the unbearably amazing feeling of having his cock inside me. Abe held me firmly as I bounced in his arms. My legs were tightened around his ass, around his thighs and I slid up and down while his cock started thrusting rapidly into me.

  I could feel his full length now, rubbing against the walls of my pussy. My clit throbbed and vibrated with pleasure as I clung to him. Every cell of my body was aching for a release, and no man had felt this good inside me before.

  Abe fucked like a machine, like he was never going to tire of thrusting his cock in and out of me. I already felt like giving up, like I couldn’t hold out for a second longer. While his cock rammed in and out of me, I screamed his name, digging my nails into the back of his shoulders. I was going to come.

  He kept thrusting, his cock rubbed that spot deep inside me that set my orgasm in motion and I gasped for air as I started coming. I could feel my juices spilling out of me and when he realized what was happening; he started thrusting even harder.

  Our bodies crashed into each other, squeaking and sliding while I came. My toes curled, my nails dig into his bulging tattooed biceps and Abe kept thrusting. I came all over his cock, that solid monstrous thing that gave me unbelievable pleasure. I was breathless within seconds, my breasts shaking and heaving as my orgasm began to relax but Abe didn’t stop. He hadn’t come yet.

  He pushed me back to the couch, dropping me down and I gasped when I fell. He didn’t waste a moment, instead he climbed up on the couch, with his feet on the edge and he grabbed my waist again, pulling me up by the hips.

  His cock thrust into my pussy and I cried out with pleasure. I could come again. I felt him slide into me, inch by inch till he had filled me up again. This time, his thrusts had become wilder, he was on a mission.

  I stared at him, while he stared at my breasts. I could see him imagining his mouth on my nipples again. I knew I could go crazy watching him watching me, wanting me…I didn’t think a man like him could want me. I didn’t think I could want a man like him so much either.

  I felt his grip on my hips tighten and I knew he was going to come. Abe jerked, growling loudly and then he pulled himself out of my pussy. He grabbed his cock with his right hand, stroking it ravenously over me till I saw it shoot its seed right on my belly. I moaned and moved my hips, thrilling at the sight of him emptying himself on my body. His sticky liquid seed was spread all over my stomach and he kept going, kept stroking himself, till he had emptied the last drop of his cum on me.

  Then he staggered back, letting go of his cock; like he had shocked himself. I wanted to reach for him, to pull him to myself. I wanted him to hold me, to be in his arms but Abe was already too far away. He was already regretting what he had done.

  I straightened myself up on the couch. His cum was still on my belly; I could feel its cold stickiness there.

  “We should get dressed before your brother gets back,” he said and bent down to start picking up his clothes. I felt another wave of tears wash over me as I watched him hurriedly dressing himself.

  I wanted to hate him. I wanted to despise the fact that I had slept with him, but I couldn’t. In those minutes when Abe had been inside me, I felt like I was safe at last, like I had nothing to worry about. No other person had ever made me feel that way, not even my parents or any other man.

  I looked away from him, slowly getting up and reaching for the box of tissues on the small coffee table in front of the couch. With a shaking hand, I wiped his cum off my belly.

  Chapter 11

  Abe

  I shouldn’t have done it. I shouldn’t have fucked Oz’ sister, no matter how hot she was! Now, she was wiping my cum off her stomach and I watched her with clenched fists. I was mad at myself. There were some things that were supposed to be off limits, some women we weren’t supposed to touch. A fellow MC member’s sister was one of them and Oz was very close to becoming a prospect.

  Alexis looked beautiful as she sat there on the couch, still completely naked. She had a delicate tender body and I had been inside her. I knew exactly how good she felt. Unlike her usual mood, which was fiery and bordering on violent; she was sweet and sexy when we were having sex. My cock fit tight inside her pussy and even though I was fully dressed now; like nothing had happened between us…I was already ready for round two.

  Her red hair was falling over her face, and she looked up at me suddenly; catching me watching her. She didn’t shy away from me, instead, she glared—like she was warning me of something. Then she bent forward and picked up her pajamas, pulling them up her slender legs.

  I watched her every movement; reliving that moment when I first saw her naked and how she had blown my mind away.

  She opened her mouth to speak, I had seen her cry…was she going to tell me to get out again? Was she embarrassed for crying in front of me? She seemed like the kind of girl who would; who didn’t ever want someone to see her weak.
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  Before she could say anything, I heard the sound of a key turning in the lock of the front door.

  “It’s Oz!” she whispered heavily, picking up her shirt and trying to quickly slip it on.

  “I just got readymade pop-tarts instead, we can just pop it in the toaster,” I heard Oz’ voice, as it drew closer. I looked over to the door and there he was, grocery bag in hand and staring at me like he’d seen a ghost.

  “Sup man,” I tipped my head up at him and he looked mildly happy to see me. I could sense that he had been waiting the whole week to hear back from me.

  “Abe, man, what are you doing here?” he let the bag drop to the floor and rushed to greet me, extending a hand for me to shake. Then his gaze fell on his sister who was still sitting on the couch. She was just doing up the top two buttons of her shirt and I watched as Oz’ eyes darkened.

  “Sis?” his voice had weakened too, and he whipped his head around to look at me with his brows crossed.

  “Your sister very kindly let me in,” I said, smirking; hoping that I could hide how crazily I wanted her again.

  Oz’ eyes were narrowed at me, he clenched his jaws as he tried to work it out in his head.

  “You fucked her. You fucked my sister!” he growled and I heard Alexis squeal as Oz leapt at me, his fist bunched up and just an inch from my face but I’d stopped him, pushing my palm into his fist and toppling him backwards.

  “Okay, just calm down here, Oz,” I said and he slipped away from me, trying to get a punch in again. I lunged at him, grabbing his waist and pushing him back onto the couch.

  They weren’t kidding when they said that this kid was strong. I usually didn’t have a problem in a fist fight, but it was a lot of work keeping this boy down. Oz roared, punching his fists in the air and kicking at me while I tried to keep him pinned to the couch.