Right To My Wrong (The Heroes of The Dixie Wardens MC Book 8)

by Lani Lynn Vale

  “And what’s this devil ever done to you?” She asked.

  “The devil, her name is Thomasina Daniels, and she made the last year of my life a living hell on an island of viperous snakes, with a constant firestorm devouring it. I’d describe it as worse than hell,” I informed her.

  Her lips moved forward until they hovered over mine.

  “And what are we going to do about her being out there?” She asked. “What’ll make her go away?”

  “Nothing,” I answered honestly.

  It was honest, too.

  Brutally honest.

  I avoided the bitch because she never left me the fuck alone when she saw me.

  And I knew it’d take a miracle to get her to leave.

  She took pride in fucking with me.

  The bad thing was that I didn’t really even know why.

  “She won’t go away at all?” She asked.

  I shook my head. “No. She’ll stay there until I get out, unless the boys convince her to go…and I don’t think they’re capable of convincing her of that.”

  “Well,” she said, pulling out her phone and texting someone.

  Her fingers moved expertly over the keyboard of her phone before she shoved it back in her purse and dropped her purse to the floor.

  “What was that?” I asked worriedly.

  “I texted the girls,” she answered.

  “Why?”

  “Because I’m going to be late…” she said.

  Then her mouth was on mine, and I forgot how to breathe.

  “We can’t…” I tried.

  There were about ten people on the front porch only separated from us by a shitty front door.

  They’d hear.

  I knew they would.

  Ruthie was too loud, and I was too rough to keep her from being loud.

  “Sure we can,” she said, her hands going to the buckle of my pants.

  That was the easy part.

  The rest was hard because my pants were still wet, sticking stiffly to my thighs and nearly impossible to remove since they were quite tight.

  But she tried, and got my pants down to just about mid-thigh before she gave up.

  “That’s enough,” she said. “I got what I want out.”

  I would’ve been more amused had she not taken that moment to drop to her knees and suck my entire cock into her mouth.

  She swallowed the motherfucker, and I was completely hard.

  I felt the back of her throat, and threw my head back in ecstasy.

  “Holy fuck!” I exclaimed as the back of my head hit the door with a solid thud.

  Ruthie laughed, and I felt that laugh in my feet.

  “Fuck,” I said again.

  I was being really articulate, I knew.

  But I could do nothing less.

  The woman had the power to scramble my brains with just her mouth alone.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I continued as she started to bob her head.

  And when she swallowed, making her throat muscles work on my cock head, I pulled her up by her armpits and spun around so her back hit the door with a solid thwack.

  “Take me,” she ordered as I ripped her shorts and panties down her legs.

  I went down to my knees, bending as best I could with my wet jeans around my thighs.

  Although awkward, I managed to throw one of her legs over my shoulders, opening up her pussy to my starving mouth.

  I didn’t waste time fucking around, I went straight for the good stuff and latched on to her throbbing clit.

  Her flavor burst onto my tongue, spreading through my system so fast that I could’ve come.

  She wouldn’t have liked that, though, and I would’ve been embarrassed.

  So I dropped one hand to my throbbing cock and squeezed the head tightly as I started to suck on her clit.

  When she yanked on my hair to force me lower, I took the hint and thrust my tongue inside of her pussy.

  She was so wet that I slid straight inside, and my eyes rolled back at the honeyed taste of her.

  I fucked her with my tongue, and she urged me on by using her hands in my hair.

  And just when I felt her orgasm start to take over, I shot up, dropping her leg as I went.

  She gasped in surprise, or annoyance at me for having stopped, but I didn’t make her wait long before I fed my cock deep inside her pussy.

  I didn’t stop until I bottomed out inside of her.

  Our hips met, and I lifted first one leg, then the other, until both circled around my back.

  Then with little preamble, I started to fuck her.

  Long, deep strokes.

  I was taking her so hard that she bounced against the door.

  However, my mind wasn’t on the people on the other side of the door.

  It was all on the woman that was staring into my eyes, looking at me like I was her world.

  The only thing that mattered in hers was whether I was with her in it.

  And that was something I’d never had from anybody else.

  Sure, I had great friends, but the human mind has a certain protectiveness about it.

  It always looks out for itself first, then others that you love.

  Well, that wasn’t what was in Ruthie’s eyes right then.

  It was all her love.

  For me.

  She wanted me to be happy.

  And I wanted her to be happy over my own happiness.

  Which was, I guessed, what made a real relationship, one that was true and pure, work.

  “You stopped,” she whispered, her hands framing my face.

  I turned my head and kissed the palm of her hand.

  “I have to tell you something…after we’re done. Don’t let me forget,” I told her.

  Her eyes widened. “Are you going to say you’re breaking up with me and just getting this done before you do?”

  My mouth dropped open.

  “That was not what I was going to say…not even close!” I snapped.

  She looked wary and I sighed, pressing into her even deeper, letting my cock and the weight of my body hold her up so I could raise my hands up to her face.

  “I wanted to tell you I love you, but I thought it was a little cliché to do it while we were fucking,” I snapped.

  Her eyes narrowed.

  “Well, you could call it something other than ‘fucking.’ That sounds tacky when in the same breath you told me you loved me,” she snapped back.

  I blinked.

  “Well…?” I asked, waiting patiently.

  “Well what?” She asked nonchalantly.

  I dropped my hands from her face and grinned.

  Well if that’s the way she wanted to play it, I could deal with that.

  Holding onto her ass, I withdrew my cock from her tight heat all the way before I slammed back inside.

  It was a furious movement, in and out; so fast that I barely had time to realize I was out before I was back inside her.

  She screamed.

  Loudly.

  Then she was coming.

  Coming so hard that her pretty pussy clamped down on my cock, and I saw the heavens.

  “Sweet, merciful mother of God…” I gasped.

  She was so fucking tight.

  “God, Sterling. Yes!” Ruthie cried. “Yes!”

  I couldn’t even function.

  I was coming too, and I hadn’t even been aware I was close.

  Come shot out of my cock in long spurts, bathing her insides in my essence as she continued to call my name.

  “Sterling,” she gasped.

  I growled as I started to work the last few dregs of come out of me, coming down from my orgasm gradually.

  “You’re like a freakin’ drug,” she whispered.

  I buried my face in her neck before there was a loud pound on the door nearly on top of my face.

  “I’m not going away, even after he
aring how slutty you and your woman sound.”

  I stiffened and started to pull away when Ruthie’s arms tightened around my neck.

  “Go out the back,” she whispered.

  I pulled out of her wetly, smiling when my come started to leak out of her, falling to her thighs like an erotic picture.

  She looked down, following my gaze, and laughed.

  “You would find this sexy,” she shook her head.

  But when she would’ve walked to the bathroom, I stopped her with a hand in her hair.

  “You forgot to say something,” I whispered darkly.

  She snorted.

  “I didn’t forget a damn thing,” she answered, walking forward until I either let her hair go or hurt her.

  I let her go.

  But then she turned to look at me over her shoulder, dressed only in a shirt with her hair a messy mass around her face and over her shoulders.

  “Sterling?” She asked.

  I rose one brow at her. “Yeah?”

  “You’re gonna laugh,” she admitted.

  “Laugh at what?” I wondered aloud.

  “I don’t want to say I love you…because love screwed me over once and I don’t know if I can ever say it again. Because those words lost meaning to me. But I...ich liebe dich,” she said before hurrying to the bathroom.

  I followed her, stripping my wet pants off and kicking them against the far wall of her bedroom.

  “What language is that?” I asked her softly, taking a seat on the bed so I could see her as she wet a washcloth in the sink.

  Her head hung.

  “It’s something I remember my…dad…saying to someone on the phone. I looked it up one day. It means I love you in German,” she whispered.

  Almost so softly that I couldn’t even hear her.

  But it was enough.

  For now, it was enough.

  Chapter 10

  It’s a bend me over the bed and make me like it kind of day.

  -Coffee Cup

  Sterling

  “Where’s Ruthie?” Cormac asked me four hours later as we walked into the gas station.

  I grimaced.

  “She’s having lunch with Sawyer,” I told him. “You realize we’re going to get covered in mud, don’t you?”

  Cormac shrugged. “Been done before, boy.”

  Garrison grabbed three Gatorades from the cooler and walked up to the checkout to pay.

  “What’s his problem?” I asked Cormac,

  Cormac’s eyes went to Garrison, then back to mine.

  “He’s still upset with you.”

  I froze and turned to survey Cormac’s face. “What do you mean he’s upset with me? Why? I haven’t even been here to offend him.”

  He didn’t say anything, only raised his brows at me for so long that I started to think over what I’d just said.

  Then it hit me.

  Literally.

  “Here,” Garrison said as he tossed a Gatorade at my chest.

  It hit me with a thump and fell to the floor at my feet.

  I looked up at Garrison to see his back retreating out the door, and I knew what I had to do.

  I ran at him from behind, tackling him in the grass about thirty yards from the entrance.

  He went down hard with me on his back, and I got him in a chokehold that he wouldn’t be getting out of anytime soon.

  “Get off me, ass fucker,” Garrison growled, struggling uselessly to get me to off him.

  I only held on, putting my face close enough to his that my beard was in his eye.

  “I love you, fucker. And what’s wrong with ass fucking?” I asked.

  “Nothing’s wrong with ass fucking, I just don’t want it from you. Now get off me,” he said, rolling onto his back.

  I let go of him and Garrison was instantly on his feet.

  “You look like shit,” I said, studying him.

  Garrison sighed.

  “It’s school. There’s a new football coach that’s riding my ass constantly. Not to mention that you’ve been missing for nearly ten weeks, and all of a sudden you show up, demanding we play ball with you like nothing even happened!” Garrison yelled, waving his hands in the air.

  Garrison had always been a hand talker.

  He acted out everything as he spoke, embellishing where shit needed embellished.

  He was always overly animated, too.

  Everything with Garrison got blown out of proportion.

  But I didn’t mind.

  I loved Garrison like a brother, despite his annoying faults.

  “Yeah, it was fun to drive two and a half hours thinking that something was really wrong,” Cormac said, finally catching up to us.

  He had all three Gatorades in his hands, as well as all three gloves.

  The moment he got close enough, he started to divvy out our things, stopping only when he held his glove and Gatorade.

  “So let’s go do this. I have to be back by seven for a game,” Cormac said.

  I raised a brow at him, but nonetheless started to walk.

  We usually played at the park right down the street from us, stopping in at the gas station for a drink along our way.

  It was about twenty minutes from my place, and served as a central meeting point for the three of us.

  “So what’s up with the football coach? Is he being a dick on purpose?” I asked.

  Garrison shook his head. “No. Yes. I don’t fuckin’ know. I think he’s threatened by me. But I’ve never done a damn thing to him. I’m not even involved in the football team.”

  Garrison was the baseball coach at Shreveport High, and the lead science teacher.

  He was a smart motherfucker, and maybe the guy was just threatened by him on a general level.

  Garrison wasn’t very approachable. Which I told him in the next breath.

  “I hate your fuckin’ face. True story,” Garrison growled, shoving me away from him.

  I laughed. “You’re lying. You love my fuckin’ face, which is why you’re so upset with me.”

  Garrison turned on me, and I stopped at the look on his face.

  “You being gone scares the shit out of me. I worry constantly whether you’ll make it home this time. But I don’t complain because I know you fuckin’ love it. That doesn’t stop the fear in me, though. So how about you stop trying to play it off and for once tell us how you’re really feeling,” Garrison said accusingly.

  I winced.

  But they were my brothers, the ones that would have my back no matter what. The ones that did have my back when it mattered most.

  “I didn’t think I’d make it home this time,” I said honestly. “The bomb exploded the minute I stepped foot on the fucking yard that surrounded the motel. Had I not been wearing a bulletproof vest, I would’ve had shrapnel in my fuckin’ heart. I had over ten pieces stuck in my vest.”

  Silence.

  “You did make it home, though. And you’re alive and well,” Cormac finally said.

  I nodded.

  It’d been close, though.

  I’d thought that I was going to die.

  Would have died had Parker not pulled me down with him.

  Parker and I, we traded turns saving each other’s lives.

  Obviously, it was now my turn to do the same for him since he had my back this time.

  “I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I want to work off some of this aggression,” I told them, hastening my steps.

  I could practically see the two of them trading off knowing looks, and I hoped that they’d keep their shit comments to themselves.

  But they didn’t.

  “So that’s all that’s bugging you? You got blown up?” Garrison asked.

  I shrugged. “Yeah.”

  I was lying, and they both knew it.

  “Come on, we promise we won’t tell,” Cormac teased, shoving me forward by planting his foot on my ass and p
ushing off me.

  I turned a glare onto him, but I knew that he liked Thomasina even less than I did.

  So I took glee in telling him what I did next.

  “I also saw Thomasina today, and she called Ruthie a slut,” I blabbed.

  “What the fuck did she want?” Cormac growled.

  Cormac and Thomasina shared something when we were living together, and I couldn’t tell you what. Although I’d asked, he’d refused to tell me, and I’d given him that out.

  I picked up the baseball glove and fit it onto my hand.

  “Thomasina is the PAR officer. She has the beat that Ruthie’s house falls into. And since they’ve gotten so many complaints on Ruthie from so many different people, Thomasina was sent out to talk to her. Except neither one of us spoke to her because she was so fucking rude,” I answered.

  “She’s still having problems with her neighbors?” Garrison asked, picking up the ball and tossing it up high in the air before catching it once again.

  I nodded. “Yeah, I think I’ll be staying there for a while…to keep an eye on her and all.”

  Cormac snorted. “I’m sure that’s why you’re staying there. All because of her neighbors. I’m sure it has nothing to do with her sweet pus…”

  I threw the ball at him, and he caught it with a laugh.

  “Touchy, touchy for someone who only wants to protect the girl from the neighbors,” Cormac laughed.

  I flipped him off.

  “I didn’t say that was the only reason,” I hedged.

  “So you looooooove her?” Garrison cooed.

  I launched the ball at him extra hard, and he caught it with a laugh, pulling his glove off and shaking out his hand.

  “You’re picking up high school etiquette now, dick wad?” I asked him.

  Garrison smiled unrepentantly. “Yeah, that childish crap sure rubs off on you when you’re smothered in it every day.”

  “That’s why you don’t have a girlfriend,” Cormac said.

  “You don’t have a girlfriend either,” Garrison rebuked.

  They both looked at me simultaneously.

  “Why are you both looking at me?” I asked, picking up the bat and heading for home plate.

  Cormac got into position as I adjusted myself into my stance.

  The one I always used when I was getting ready to bat.