Lick: Devil's Fury Book 2

by Torrie Robles

  I can’t help but sigh. If she only knew what I’d like to do to her. “I need your help, baby.” I work her jeans down her legs one side at a time.

  “I need your help,” she repeats my statement. “I need your help to rid myself of something.” She’s not making sense, but she’s allowing me to do what I need to do, so I ignore her words. “Why won’t you lick me?” Squatting down, I lift one foot at a time, taking off her jeans. “Why don’t you have sex with any of the girls? I thought you did, but they said, nope. Will you do it to me? Will you do it to your sugar tits?”

  She crosses her arms pushing those delectable tits up and out. I pause for a moment, allowing her words to sink in. Her hands grab my shoulders, her touch sending chills through my body, making me hyper-aware of what I’m about to do. Taking a deep breath, I pull her panties free.

  Fuck Me.

  Her bare pussy is level with my eyes.

  “Please,” she whimpers as she slightly bends her knees. “Help me,” she begs.

  My mouth waters at the thought of tasting her. The feel of that silky pussy on the warmth of my tongue as I bury my face between her legs, making her come. I want to hear her moan out my name. But for the first time in my life, I want more. I yearn for more than the meaningless. I ache for something I’ve never had, something out of my reach. My craving for want is turning into a desire of need, and she’s the only one who can suppress my hunger.

  Shaking my head, I stand and unclasp her bra, freeing her large tits. “Give me some mother fucking strength,” I say as I drop her bra to the floor. Her tits rise and fall as she takes in each breath. I’ve never seen something so beautiful, so perfect in my life. Her petite frame carries her curves, making her body a modern work of art. Her tiny waist, tight flat stomach, and full rounded ass make my mouth water. My cock is now straining against the fabric of my boxers. The need to sink into her pussy, marking her as mine is fierce.

  I’ve never once freely given myself to a woman. The fucking I did when I was a kid was forced. But now, the only force I feel is the one being led by my heart. The organ I thought had died long ago is beating for the first time since my innocence was ripped from my grip, and it’s beating only for her. For Jenni.

  I pull her into the shower, but I don’t answer her pleas. I ignore them just like I’m ignoring the throbbing need my cock is producing. I’m still in my boxers. My self-control is shit right now, so keeping a barrier between us two is probably the smartest fucking thing I’ve ever done. I run my fingers through her hair under the spray of the shower. The soft moans of pleasure coming from her mouth tell me I made the right choice.

  “Tired,” she expresses as her head rolls back and her eyes close. With my arm wrapped around her bare waist for support, I quickly rinse away the stench from our bodies.

  Her body becomes limp as her knees give out, finally passing out.

  The brightness of the daylight is blinding even behind my closed eyelids. The pillow beneath my head feels like a stone boulder. My mouth is dry and cotton filled. My stomach feels empty and my body is sore. I roll over onto my back placing my arm over my eyes, trying to smother the glow of the morning.

  “Bet you feel like shit, huh, Sugar Tits?”

  Groaning, I continue to roll to my side towards the sound of Lick’s voice. I force my eyes open. “Only slightly.” My voice is scratchy.

  “You shouldn’t hang with the big dogs if you’re still a pup.” He stands and walks towards me, handing me a big glass of water and two pain pills. I sit up and take what he’s offering. “Try to keep the water in your stomach. I’ve had enough of your puke on me to last a lifetime.”

  “I did puke on you, didn’t I?” I drop the pills in my mouth and chase them back with the water. The sudden movement of my head has my brain pounding against my skull. “Good grief, my head is trying to detach itself from my body.”

  “What were you thinking drinking like that?”

  His anger surprises me. “We were just hanging out. I was bored.”

  “Ain’t no fucking reason for you to drink like that.”

  “I really don’t need any lectures from you. Not now, not when I can barely stomach the sound of my own voice.” I hand him the glass before easing myself back down into the comfort of the bed. Staring at the ceiling, I realize that I’m not in my bed at Bianca’s.

  “Why am I in your bed?”

  “Figured you’d ask why you’re in my T-shirt before asking why you’re in my bed.”

  “Well, that’s because I didn’t know I was in your shirt until you just pointed it out.” Turning my head against the pillow, I meet his gaze. “Did you dress me?”

  “Yes, I dressed you. I stripped you naked, washed the stink from your body, dressed you and put you to bed. You’re welcome.” He turns his back towards me, heading for the door.

  “Tylan.” My voice comes out in a plea. He stops and turns around. “Thank you.”

  “No problem, Sugar Tits. Get some rest because we’ve got shit to talk about.”

  Before I can say anything more, he’s out the door.

  I feel the bed dip next to me. The smell of leather, motor oil and Tylan engulfs my senses, making my eyes flutter open.

  “You know you sleep like the dead.” The huskiness of his voice sends chills through my body.

  Stretching my back, I moan as the stiffness works through my body. “Your bed is comfortable, nowhere near as hard as the bed at Bianca’s.” My eyes flutter open. “What time is it?”

  “Late afternoon.”

  I pull myself up, leaning against the metal of the headboard. “Thanks for letting me sleep.”

  “It’s a first, Sugar Tits.”

  My head swings to him. “What’s a first?”

  “I’ve never had a bitch sleep in my bed. Not once. It’s a first.”

  Memories of the stories the girls were telling me last night come flooding back. Recounting the sexcapades these walls have held, now knowing that none of them have had the honor of sleeping in Lick’s bed, puts an unknowing worry at bay.

  “I feel honored,” I tell him.

  “You should.” He laughs, bringing his feet up, and pulls his boots off. Stretching his legs back out, he crosses his now sock clad feet. “I wanted to talk to you a bit.”

  The sincerity in his voice has me a little on edge. “Okay…”

  “You should know by now, I’m not the sharing kind. I don’t like to talk about shit, and I don’t like to work through shit. I just like to be. That’s who I am, and I’m not gonna start changing now. I don’t see no fucking reason to. That being, I’m going to tell you, and you’re going to listen. You got me?”

  “Yeah, I got you.”

  “This shit ain’t easy for me.”

  I chance a glance at him and see that his arms are crossed, just like his feet, and he’s staring straight ahead. I want to reach out to him. I want to reassure him that whatever he needs to tell me will be okay. But if I do that, then I’m going to chance him breaking his concentration and pulling away from me.

  “I need to apologize for the way I treated you back at the M.E.’s office.”

  “You don’t–”

  “Shut it,” he commands, and I clamp my mouth closed. “That shit wasn’t cool, but I’m not used to having someone there for me. I know your ass is trying to help because you see that I need it, and maybe I do. But you’ve got to give me some space too, you know, not just shove your kindness up my ass every chance you get.” He takes a deep breath. “From the moment, you stepped foot on this compound I knew you didn’t belong. You’re nowhere near right for this club, just like Savannah isn’t meant to be some biker’s old lady.”

  I start to object, but he puts his hand up, stopping the objection. “But I guess that’s why she ended up with Sin, because he’s not your typical biker.” I nod in agreement. “I can use the calm to my storm, a smooth to my rough and baby, that’s you. I need a partner to help me in dealing with two kids who just lost their mama. B
ecause I don’t know shit on how to raise kids, but they do need a chance and they do need a family, and I’m their only option.”

  Shocked, I turn to face him, a smile plastered on my face. “Are you serious?”

  “As a heart attack.”

  I leap towards him and throw my hands around his neck. He wraps his arms around my back, pulling me to him. “Thank you,” I whisper.

  “Don’t thank me yet. I’m probably gonna be shit at this, but they deserve a chance, and I can’t bear the thought of you not getting what you want.” He nuzzles his nose into my mess of curls. “Forget you heard that last part,” he tells me, making me laugh.

  I’m a dick.

  Everyone knows this. Giving Jenni what she wants so I get what I want makes me even more of a dick, but I don’t give a fuck. You see, she’s sweet. She’s a bright light in my world that has been dark and bleak for so long. I’m going to do everything in my power to protect her, keep her close and not allow her fate to fall into the hands of a piece of shit who will fuck her and then throw her away. She isn’t trash. She’ll never be. So what if I manipulate the situation and kill two birds with one stone. I make her happy by taking on the kids, and I keep those fucks away from her virgin pussy.

  It’s a win, win.

  “Are you really going to take on those kids?” Cut asks me.

  I nod. “Yeah, I think so.”

  “This is what you want?” he asks again.

  “Yeah.”

  We’re at our weekly jury. Everyone’s been called to the table, just waiting on a few to make it in. Things are heating up with both the garage and the hunting business. One of the big-name mafias on the east coast has a rat who’s high tailed it out west. The last known area is Sin City. The feds are watching their organization close because this rat has proof of some dirty dealing. That’s why we’ve been contacted. It seems our relationship with the Irish has worked its way to the Italians. And we don’t give a fuck about the ins and outs or the whys. We get a name needing to be retrieved, and we quietly bring them in.

  The door swings open and Hawk enters followed by Sin, and that fuck face Cruise. The occupancy of the table has increased, but the void that’s been left by Bubba seems to outshine the number of bodies that sit around the table.

  “All right,” Cut announces. “We’re all here. I’m calling this to order.” He pounds his fist on the table. “There’s a lot of shit we need to bring to the table and a lot that needs to be decided.” His eyes cut to me. “First off, this isn’t technically a club call, but it is club business since it will be taking place on the compound. This is for informational purpose only.”

  I keep my gaze moving along the men who’ve been my brothers for years. Some I don’t trust, and some I can’t stand, but we’re a family, and this family will have a hand with my other family.

  “Lick will be going for custody of his niece and nephew. He’ll be taking up residence in one of the empty houses on the property.”

  I hear congrats and nice job, so on, but one voice overpowers the support. “How the hell is he gonna do that?” My head turns to Cruise who’s staring directly at me.

  “None of your goddamn business,” I grit out. “Like Cut fucking said, this is just for your information. It’s not for comment, and it doesn’t require a vote.”

  “Sure as shit it’s gonna require a vote. I don’t want to be living around some fucking punk kids stealing my shit.”

  “You need to watch your mouth, Cruise,” Sin cuts in. “This isn’t for you to decide. The decision has been made.”

  “What? I pay for part of this land from my dues that I work my ass off for this club as my contribution. I should have a say.” He waves his hands around. “We should all have a say.”

  “This is still my family’s land. Still in the Sinclair name. We have the final say,” Sin defends.

  “Families have always been welcome,” Dyke adds.

  “Families, yeah. I don’t have an issue with Sin and his bitch shacking up and playing house with that baby. But Lick’s a fucking single man. Who the fuck is gonna watch those kids when he’s got business to attend? He needs to hold up his end to be a full pledge member of this club. Playing daddy ain’t gonna earn him shit.”

  “Being a single father’s never been a problem,” Hawk states. “My old man did it, Dyke did it. That’s when the old ladies come into the picture.”

  “Who are you gonna get to watch ’em? Are you going to throw them at Savannah while she’s got her kid? Are you gonna ask Bianca to play grandma?” He laughs. “Oh, I know. You’re gonna have that old Queenie watch em, huh? She’ll be able to keep up with her walker. Sorry, brother, but your defense doesn’t stand.”

  “It’s taken care of,” I voice to no one since I’d rather cut my left nut off instead of defending myself to that piece of shit.

  “This should have no bearing on club business,” Yeller, an older member who left this charter shortly after Devin was killed, speaks up. His kids are grown now, and his wife passed a few years back. He doesn’t ride with us or keep up his part in the club, but he’s a member just the same. He’s earned the respect and the rocker on his cut just as much as the rest of us.

  “I don’t agree. He can’t take care of his duties and stay available for those kids.”

  I stand up, tired of this shit. Too much time has been spent on this. This is why I didn’t want to step up. I don’t like when people question the shit I’m doing. No one has a say in the way I live my fucking life, especially not this piece of shit. I lean over the table, scowling in his direction, and speak slowly and clearly so he can get a feel for what I’m getting at.

  “I’m not doing shit alone. You get me?” My insinuation has him showing the shock clearly on his face. I smirk because he knows what I’m fucking saying. I scrape my teeth over my bottom lip. “Yeah, you get me. She’ll be with me, every step of the fucking way.” I slam my hand on the table. “Now this topic isn’t up for any more discussion.” I throw my body back into the chair when all I want to do is slam my fist into his fucking face.

  When Cruise starts to open his mouth, Cut throws a look his way, stopping the fucking sack sucker in his tracks. “Enough,” he demands. “There’s more important shit going down than your fucking pissing contest.” He looks at Dyke. “We’ve got a little over a month before Bubba’s out of rehab. What he did put members of this club in danger. He turned his back on his brothers in the name of smack. I cannot condone his behavior.”

  “He’s sick, Cut,” Dyke says, defending his son.

  Sin sits up in his chair. “He almost got my woman and my daughter killed.”

  “And as a father,” Dyke addresses Sin, “you should know that no matter the crime, they will always be your flesh and blood. Even when your blood doesn’t run through their veins, they’re still yours.”

  “Make no excuses.”

  Dyke shakes his head. “I’m not making excuses. I’m asking for forgiveness.”

  Sin brings his eyes to Dyke. “Not sure that’s something I’m able or willing to give. Not sure trust will ever be pointed his way either.”

  “He’s a good kid, Sin, just went down the wrong path,” Psycho, another one of the old timer’s, pipes in. “Hell, boy, we’ve all been there a time or two. Your pop was three sheets to the wind the night your brother was born. Coked so far outta his mind, the hospital had to remove him from the premises.”

  “We’re all family here,” Hawk states, “a brotherhood, and we don’t turn our backs on our brothers.” His implication has Sin on edge. He’s fisting his hands, gripping until his knuckles are white.

  “We don’t put our women in harm’s way, either, brother,” Sin grits through his teeth.

  Hawk shakes his head. “He wouldn’t have done it if he were in his right mind. You and I both know that. I’m not picking one over the other, but I’m saying that we can all use a second chance a time or two.”

  This is the shit that I don’t give a fuck about. I
t’s like female drama that has no place in my life. But I get where Sin’s coming from. I know where his head is when it comes to Savannah and his daughter. From the moment, he drove her car into Fury territory he’s had one mission, to protect her.

  Scanning the room, I watch the different men around the table. I wonder if any of these fuckers would be defending Bubba if he pulled that shit with their women? Would I be quick to forgive him if I were in Sin’s shoes?

  Nah, I’d probably slit that fucker’s throat.

  Jenni called Maggie to set up a meeting. We’re supposed to be starting the paperwork process and the background checks. It’s not for sure that I’ll even get the kids. I have no paper to back up who I am. I don’t believe in making payments on shit. Everything I have, I paid cash. The juvie stints are sealed, and I’ve been lucky as fuck that I haven’t been picked up as an adult. The old timers always talk about how the new generation is too clean for this lifestyle, but we’re just fucking smart. We know how to get away with shit, and the fact that we’re more above the law instead of below it helps. I’m not sure what the fuck we’d be doing if Cut had decided to keep the MC the way it was when his father ran it. I rub my hand over my smooth head.

  “Why do you shave your head?” Jenni asks from the driver’s seat. “Like ‘Bic it clean’ as you do? I can tell you’re not truly bald. You don’t have a receding hairline. It’s just a waste.”

  She insisted on driving today. I don’t know why I fucking agreed. My knees are in my fucking chest because of the size of her compact. It’s fine for her five foot nothing frame, but I’m a grown ass man riding around in a fucking clown car.

  “This car shit has got to change,” I tell her.

  She turns her head to me. Her eyes are fucking sparkling with laughter, which fuels my fire.

  “I’m serious, Cunt Chops.”

  Her head snaps my direction. “What the what! You did not just call me that.”

  I shrug. “What? I’m trying out new nicknames.”