by Jessie Cooke
Garrett went to town, sucking and licking and reveling in the sounds of pleasure she was making in return. He put his hand on her leg just above the knee and although she stepped to the side to open her legs, he took his sweet time sliding his hand up across her soft thigh. When he got to the top, he ran his fingers along the sensitive inner part, stopping short of touching her pussy. She was so wet, he wanted to bury his face between her legs, but he was trying to take his time. He could only imagine, if she’d been having dreams of being violated, what it might do to her to be suddenly attacked by someone his size. He was going to take his time and if this was the only chance he got to make her feel good, he was going to make her feel so good that she remembered it for the rest of her life…the long life that he meant to see that she had.
8
Paige was rocking her hips in and out when Garrett ran his hand up the other side of her pussy. She was whimpering almost like she was on the verge of tears before he finally let his finger brush across her wet lips. Her body convulsed, and she gasped loudly and arched her back. He brought his other hand up and rested it on one of her ass cheeks, squeezing and massaging lightly while letting the other hand begin its exploration between her legs. He rubbed his fingers across the wetness all around the outside of her lips before parting them and letting his middle finger trace the line from top to bottom and back again, finally skimming across her sensitive, swollen clit and making her squeal. He looked up at her when his thumb pressed into it and watched the ecstasy on her face as he began to rub it in circles and press on it. She was breathing fast and her cheeks were flushed. When she opened her eyes and looked down at him, they were wide with excitement and filled with lust.
He reached up and pulled her mouth down to his, kissing her deeply again, sucking at her lips, pressing his tongue into hers. He let his lips rub back and forth across hers, feeling how soft they were before letting her go. She sucked in a deep breath and he decided he wasn’t finished. He pulled her back down, and this time the kiss was more fervent and his tongue explored every part of her mouth that it could reach. When he let go of her again, he stood up and gently turned her so that her back was against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and directed her down the hallway while rubbing up and down her belly and chest, stroking the sides of her breasts and across her nipples. When they got to the bedroom he turned her around again and nudged her down on the bed. She lay on her back and Garrett took a few minutes just to look at her. What a waste it would be for something so beautiful to end up at the bottom of the dam. He was determined to do whatever he had to in order to keep her alive. And in that moment, he planned on doing whatever it took to make her feel alive.
He dropped down to his knees and pushed hers open further before burying his face where it wanted to be. She tasted as sweet as he knew she would and he spent a long time just nuzzling between her legs and softly licking her. Paige moaned and whimpered, but his favorite part was when she said his name in a breathless voice. It was so sexy. It sent a thrill through his entire body and made even more blood surge into his already rock-hard cock. He couldn’t wait to feel himself inside of her, but at the same time, he wanted to savor this and make it last all night. He licked softly until she lifted her butt and moved her hips, practically forcing his mouth over her clit. He closed his lips around it softly before attacking it with his tongue and causing her to pant, curse, and practically scream as she came. Her nails dug into the skin of his shoulders and he could feel her body shaking and quivering all over as she tried to catch her breath.
He waited until he felt her grip on him loosen and then he stood up. She was looking up at him with a look of awe in her eyes that made him want to drop back down to his knees and do it all over again, but she quickly changed his mind. She sat up and reached into his boxers. As soon as she wrapped her warm hand around his throbbing cock, he pushed down his shorts and stepped out of them. He sucked in a breath and watched her fingers explore the shaft and head of his cock and then slide down and rub lightly across the skin of his balls and along the inner crease of his thighs. She was teasing him, stroking lightly up and down, but not applying any pressure. It was pleasure and pain at the same time. Garrett had to fist his own hands to keep from sliding them down and using them to force it in her mouth.
She drove him to the brink of insanity and when he wasn’t expecting it, she closed her hand firmly around the shaft of his cock and began to stroke him from tip to base. She pumped her fist slowly at first, increasing her pace just before leaning in and licking the tip. He gasped, and his hands went to her hair. She licked the tip and then the “V” underneath his cock and then, moving her mouth back up to the head, she sucked it into her mouth. Using her tongue, she drew circles around it, playing with the sensitive flesh in the groove underneath the tip. He shivered as she let it slide out of her mouth and she slowly licked her way down the underside of his shaft and then ran her tongue across his balls when she got there. He pulled on her hair, breathed out a few curse words, and thanked God, or whoever, for allowing him to live long enough to experience this.
After a while, she sucked the tip into her mouth again and then held it there, squeezing her lips tightly around him and then sucking it in slowly, an inch at a time, until her mouth was full of him and the head of his cock was touching the back of her throat. She put her hand at the base of it and held onto it as she began to suck him in and let him slide out, rhythmically, faster and faster so that her head was bobbing quickly up and down. Garrett left his hands in her hair and used them to guide her. Each time she let his cock slide almost all the way out, he’d push down on her head so that she’d suck him back in. It was fucking awesome, and maddening at the same time. Watching her suck on him was almost as sexy as the feelings racing through his body.
He was on the verge of exploding when he finally pulled her head up and his cock popped out of her mouth and slapped him on the bottom of his abdomen. He pushed her back on the bed again and reached down between her legs. He was happy to feel that she was just as turned on as she had been earlier—even more so. He pressed one thick finger against her opening and he had to use effort to slide it up inside of her. Her muscles contracted around that digit and he started sliding another up into her. It was a struggle to get them both inside of her. Granted, he had fat fingers, but her pussy was fucking tight. He felt like he was going to implode if he didn’t get his cock inside of her.
“Turn over, baby,” he told her as he slid his fingers out of her. She did as he asked, and he put his hands on the cheeks of her beautiful ass and squeezed them again. She arched it up and he slapped it lightly, first one cheek and then the other. He heard her groan into the mattress and his cock danced with anticipation. Holding onto her cheeks with his big hands, he lined himself up and in one big stroke, he buried his cock in that hot, wet, tight pussy. He made a sound that he’d never heard come out of his own mouth. She was fucking incredible. He slid his hands around under her belly and pulled her up off the bed, holding her there while he moved in and out of her. She grunted each time he entered her but when he whispered, “Am I hurting you?” She shook her head from side to side frantically.
He let his hands slide further up and when they reached her gorgeous breasts, he held onto them while he picked up his pace. He didn’t have it in him to play any longer. He was fucking her now and she was pressing back into him and moving her hips, giving as good as she got. Garrett played with her nipples while he fucked her and then used his hands once again to pull her up higher until she was on her knees and her back was against his big chest. He bent down and took a bite out of her sexy neck and she cried out his name.
Garrett kept fucking her, moving in and out, faster and harder, while she gasped and panted and moaned and cried out his name. She came again, maybe twice, and finally there was no way humanly possible to stop himself from exploding. He felt the orgasm begin at his toes and rise all the way up to his balls before the fire was lit and his climax rocked the room
, maybe the earth…or even the fucking atmosphere.
He couldn’t remember the last time he came so hard or felt so good. He rocked into her beautiful body over and over, even after he finished, because he didn’t want it to end. When he finally tired out, he rolled her over and lay down across the bed next to her. He realized only then that he hadn’t put on a condom, and he was almost ashamed of himself for his next thought…a baby might make her want to live. He thought about Jessie and the guilt filled him up. Paige was right—what the fuck was he thinking? Jessie didn’t know who he really was or what he did or had done. All she knew was that he was her daddy, and who would chase away the monsters when he was gone?
He looked over at Paige and she was looking up at him with those sexy gold-flaked eyes. He’d have to do some hard thinking again now. She’d changed his perspective on things in less than 24 hours. He slipped his arm around her and pulled her closer, holding her sexy, soft body into his side. He felt her snuggle down deep and he smiled. It had been a long time since he fell asleep holding a woman. He slowly inched them around until they were lying in the right direction on the bed and then he held her until they both fell asleep, without saying another word. For the first time in years, sleep was a beautiful thing.
9
“I’m going to need a week or so off, —I have a job.” Garrett sat across from Monkey in the booth at the bar around the corner from his house. Monkey raised an eyebrow and said:
“I don’t recall us having any jobs open. Who you looking at?” Monkey was the most laid-back president in the history of MCs, but he had one rule: If you took any jobs outside the club, you ran it by him first. Garrett respected that.
“It’s an outside job. The guy is a pig, a rapist.”
Monkey made a face. MCs got a bad rap when it came to women. They dealt in porn and prostitution, and most days all a horny brother had to do was walk into the clubhouse and bump into a wet pussy. But the Flames only took what was willingly given where women were concerned and if Monkey heard otherwise, their balls were on the chopping block. The only thing lower than a rapist in the president’s and Garrett’s opinions was a child molester.
“He hurt someone you know?”
“Kind of.”
“The girl Claudia said you brought in here over your shoulder like a caveman?” Monkey’s lips twitched, and Garrett felt his face heat up.
“Yeah. The girl he raped was her sister.”
“She doesn’t know about this part though, right?”
As much as Monkey expected to know everyone’s business in the club, and he didn’t have a problem with his old lady knowing, there were two kinds of people that he didn’t want knowing club business. One was “outsiders” and the other was “women.” Even club old ladies, other than his own, should be kept in the dark about club business as far as he was concerned.
Garrett shook his head. “No,” he lied. He didn’t like lying to his president, but in this situation, he had no choice. If Monkey knew he’d told Paige about himself, he’d give him two choices. The first one would be to get rid of Paige and the second one would be to get out of the way so someone else in the club could do it. Both options were unacceptable to him.
Monkey nodded and said, “We’ll have to take it to church this morning, but I can pretty much guarantee that ain’t nobody gonna have a problem with it. What else can I do?”
“I might need to borrow Saint if I need a spotter, and maybe a few of the prospects for crowd control.” Garrett almost always worked alone, but when the hit took place in the city and other people’s lives might be at stake, he brought his brothers in on the job.
“Not a problem, things are slow around here this week.”
“Thanks. I’ll be tracking him for a few days first and then I’ll let you know.” Garrett’s phone pinged. He’d been nervous about leaving Paige alone, so he pulled it out right away and looked at it. There was a picture of a pink Lego castle on the screen and a message from Jake, Jessie’s stepfather. “She wouldn’t get ready for preschool until I agreed to take a picture and send it to you. She worked on it all day yesterday. She says you’re going to be the giant that protects the princess in the castle.” Jake had put a smiley face after his message. Garrett almost teared up. He knew Jake loved Jessie and he would die to protect her…but ultimately even a four-year-old knew whose job it really was.
“Everything okay?” Monkey asked.
Garrett swallowed the huge lump in his throat and held his phone in Monkey’s direction. “Jessie built a castle. She says the ‘giant’ has to protect it.”
Monkey laughed, then he looked at the picture and said, “Hey, she’s good. Maybe she’s gonna be an engineer or something.”
“Yeah, she’s so smart.”
“She musta got that from Leanne, huh?”
Garrett chuckled and gave his president the middle finger. “Don’t you have to get ready for church?” Monkey laughed again and got up. As he headed toward the large room where church would be held, Garrett texted Jake back:
“Tell her it’s the prettiest castle I’ve ever seen and I’d be honored to protect the princess.” The lump returned as he thought about his plans to take his own life again. More and more he was beginning to realize just how cowardly that was. If he didn’t want his little girl to grow up with a killer as a father, then he just had to change his life. He looked around the clubhouse and knew it wouldn’t be as easily done as said, not even close. But life wasn’t supposed to be easy and Jessie deserved the brave “giant” that she thought he was, not the coward who would take his life rather than face it. He tucked the phone in his pocket and once again thought,
“Just one more kill, a monster that the world will be better off without.” Then he’d take a hard look at his life and start making some changes, for Jessie. He’d almost forgotten the most important lesson he learned in the Navy. Real men were willing to sacrifice everything for the people they have sworn to protect. Being a real man wasn’t about looking like a badass, it was about doing what was right whether someone was watching or not. One of those “right things” was never leaving anyone behind. What the fuck was I thinking?
“Okay, let’s get started,” Monkey said, opening up church. He looked down at a paper in front of him and then cursed and pulled out his glasses. Before putting them on his face he glanced around at the men in the room, almost like a challenge for them to say something about his bifocals. When no one dared, he perched then on his face and moved on. “Who opened up the box?” “The box” was a safe deposit box. Years earlier, after one too many raids on the clubhouse, Monkey decided that the only way to keep their money and other valuables safe and keep out of jail was to open safe deposit boxes around the city. Vegas was full of banks and hotels and casinos and businesses that offered private boxes, and the club sent out a different guy each month to open a new one and make a “deposit.”
“I did it this month, boss.” Trigger was a twenty-something-year-old with blond hair and light blue eyes that drove the women crazy. His baby face, short hair, and lack of visible tattoos made him Monkey’s favorite when they needed to send someone into places that frowned on the biker look, but for reasons that Garrett thought he understood, Monkey didn’t really like the kid as a person.
“Any problems with it?” the president asked, gruffly.
Trigger shook his head. “Nope. Opened it up over at the Chase down on West Fremont like you told me. Easy in and out, no cameras in the room with the drawers. Got two phone numbers while I was there.” He flashed his cockiest grin and there were a collection of groans and eye-rolls in the group. That only made him grin wider. “Haters,” he said with a chuckle.
“Alright then, moving on…” Monkey said, with an eye-roll of his own. “Bear has something he wants to run by y’all. For the record, he’s already talked to me about it and I gave my blessing.”
Garrett stood up. Even among his brothers, men he trusted with his life and friends that always had his back, he h
ated speaking in front of a crowd. He hated being the center of attention. He cleared his throat and said, “I met this girl…” he had to pause while the bikers made their crude and unruly remarks. Monkey told them to shut up and he went on. “About eight months ago, her sister was brutally raped. The guy is a casino exec at the Silver Spoon They couldn’t prosecute him because his victim killed herself before it went to trial.” The volume in the room rose again with comments ranging from “fucking douchebag” to “kill that piece of shit.” Garrett waited patiently and when they died down he said, “I want to take him out.” Another rumble of sounds, all positive. Monkey directed their attention back to him and he put it to a vote. It was unanimous in Garrett’s favor. He went on to tell them that he might need help and he’d let them know. Everyone seemed not only willing but anxious to be tapped for that assignment.
“Okay then, Bear…” Monkey started.
“There’s one more thing,” he said. Monkey gave him a nod and he said, “This woman, the sister, she can’t be left alone.”
“You askin’ us to offer her protection?” Monkey asked.
“Yeah. I’d like to take her to the cabin.” The club owned a few houses around Vegas and one cabin up in the hills out near the state line. It was isolated and anyone that didn’t know where it was had a hell of a time finding it.
Monkey looked around at his execs, who were all nodding and then out at the room. No one was voicing any objections, so Garrett said, “I’ll look after her when I can, but I’ll need some help while I’m tracking this douche.”
