“Brother, you better not piss her off too bad,” Speed said in a low voice as we watched Marianna do exactly what Carly said and get in the car. After the door swung shut, the driver took off. The man had never gotten out of the car. “And seriously, I will never bitch about Clarice again.”
Carly walked toward me and when she got in reach, I swept her up in my arms and headed to the truck with hoots and whistles sounding behind us.
Once we had gotten back to the house, I sat her on the couch. “We didn’t eat much before attending the circus. You want me to grab you something more to eat, baby?”
“No, but I would love to take a bath and soak.”
“I think that is a great idea. Come on.” I lifted her back up and carried her upstairs.
“Know what would be better than soaking?” she asked and I shook my head.
“Watersports.”
I chuckled, walked in the bedroom, and kicked the door closed behind us. Carly was right, Marianna was already forgotten about.
Chapter Fifteen
Carly
I woke to a hand rubbing over my breasts only to stop and tweak one of my hardened nipples. Even in sleep my body seemed to respond to him. I wiggled my butt against the cock that was pressed up against me when it hit me.
“How did you get my clothes off without waking me up?” I’d put a t-shirt and shorts on after we came out of the bath but now I laid naked. Crusher chuckled.
“You sleep like the dead.”
“Maybe I was tired. Did you think of that while you were pealing my clothes off?”
“Nope, I woke up cold from where you kicked the covers off us again. I realized I had morning wood when I reached down to pull the covers back up. Didn’t want to waste it.”
“So you take my clothes—” I didn’t finish my sentence because his tongue circled my ear while he lifted my leg, set it on his thigh, and his cock slid between my pussy lips and the head hit my clit.
When he pulled back and did it again, I didn’t care about anything but having his hardness inside me. I arched my back, pressing my ass back, giving him better access in the process.
Crusher’s tongue made a trail down my neck and he bit the spot between my shoulder and neck, then he made a trail back up again to circle my ear. The hand on my breast moved to grab my chin and he turned my head enough to reach my mouth.
His lips met mine and he bit down on my bottom lip causing me to gasp, which gave him room enough for his tongue to sweep in. The kiss was consuming me when I felt the head of his cock at my entrance. I broke the kiss.
“Condom,” I said before he pushed all the way in. I wasn’t on anything.
“I’m clean, babe. I get tested regularly. Plus, I never fucked without a condom, ever. But I want to feel you wrapped around my bare cock.” The whole time he talked, he moved his cock back and forth, hitting my clit over and over. I felt myself loosen, my pussy readying itself for what he had to offer.
When I pushed down, the tip of his cock slid in and I squeezed, pulling a groan from him. It was all the answer he needed as he pushed in to the hilt in one thrust of his hips. The hand that had held my chin splayed out between my hips at my lower stomach, holding me to him as he slid in and out at a relaxed pace.
He moved his hand closer until his middle finger reached my clit, rubbing in slow circles to match the pace he set for my pussy. All the while he rocked into me, he whispered in my ear everything he wanted to do to me and with each word my orgasm came closer to the forefront.
“Russ, fuck me!” When I spoke his hand moved from my clit and I groaned from the loss of sensation on my clit.
Russ grabbed my hand and placed it where his was before and with his hand over mine he moved it back and forth, my own finger rubbing my clit.
“Keep that up, babe, touch yourself.” And he lifted his hand from mine only to slide it between us. He pulled out of my pussy and rubbed his cock between my ass cheek, then he stopped and I felt the pressure from the head of his cock pressing on my back hole. I shivered and pushed back. “Anyone take your ass before?” he asked as he gathered my cream to apply at my back hole.
“No,” was all I got out as he replaced his dick with a finger. I felt the pressure grow as he pushed harder with his finger until he breached the rim. The pleasure and bite of pain combo had me groaning.
“I want to take this ass when we got more time. You gonna let me fuck your ass with my dick, babe?” The few men I had had sex with never talked to me like Crusher did. And I found I liked it, a lot. So I knew I would give him anything he asked for and I pushed back, forcing his finger deeper. “Ah, you like my finger in your ass,” then he added a second finger and began rotating them, “you’re going to like my cock even more.”
“I want your cock in my ass, now, Russ.” I began moving my hips, fucking his fingers.
“Goddamn, Carly, hold on.” He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock. “Going to be tighter, babe, my cock’s a lot bigger than my fingers. And I am gonna tell them it was all your fault if I’m late for Church.” My chuckle was cut off when I felt the pressure as he pushed forward, the fullness was like nothing else I had ever experienced as he became fully seated. He held still while I tried to adjust, until he couldn’t take it anymore and neither could I. “Gotta fuckin’ move now.”
He splayed his hand between my hipbones again to hold me in place as he pulled out and slammed back in. “Fuckin’ not going to last much longer.” The hand on my stomach moved down until he cupped my pussy and slid two fingers in and set a rhythm, fucking both my holes. The dual sensations had goosebumps forming on my skin and when he pushed the heel of his hand against my clit, I threw my head back on his shoulder and screamed his name as my orgasm racked my body.
Crusher pumped a few more times before I felt the warmth of his cum as it coated the inside of my ass. He continued to pump his fingers in and out until I rode the last wave of my orgasm.
“Worth being late,” Crusher said and leaned over me and kissed my forehead, then pulled back, looking me in the eye. “Love you, Carly. And I hate that I just told you that and have to leave for Church. After the cookout later, I will make it up to you. I promise.”
“I’ll hold you to that. I love you too, Russ.” I wrapped my arms around him and he kissed me.
When he pulled away and got out of bed and looked down at me, he groaned, “Worst possible time.” Then walked into the bathroom. It didn’t take him long to shower and get dressed. I would help the women of the club set up for the cookout that was scheduled for after Church.
“See you when I get back, baby.” Crusher leaned down and kissed me, then out the door he went. I laid in bed and listened as the front door opened, then I sat up only to fall back on the bed again when I heard Devil shout, “Might want to close your bedroom window the next time, brother.”
I didn’t hear Crusher’s response because I covered my head with the pillow. No more nighttime fresh air for me.
With Crusher gone to Church, I showered and dressed in my last set of clean clothes and ate. I had just finished putting my plate and glass in the dishwasher when I heard the knock. When I answered the door Sami and Ally stood on the porch.
“You ready to go help set up for the cookout, Aunt Carly?” Ally walked in and Sami followed.
“I thought we could take the car because I have a few things to carry over. Did you want to ride with us, instead of walking?” I had been thinking I needed to go grab some more of my clothes at the other house.
Last night as Crusher and I laid in bed, we discussed me moving in. Since I still couldn’t lift anything heavy, Crusher said he would have the others help him this coming week. Still didn’t help with my clothing problem right now.
“How about I drive and I will drop you off and run to the other house. I’m out of clothes. What I’m wearing is the last.” I grabbed the keys off the table in the hall as I spoke.
“Why don’t you just wash what you have here?” Sami
asked and I could do that, but I only had the one other set. Plus, Crusher told me my revolver was in my closet locked in its case and I wanted to grab that too.
“I won’t be gone long and I didn’t make anything for the cookout. So I think I’ll swing by the bakery and pick something up.” Ally jumped up and down and put in her order for cupcakes.
“Okay, but don’t be too long, I don’t think the guys will be at Church that much longer. You might pass them on the road to town.” We walked out and headed for Crusher’s truck. That was something else I needed to bring to Black Hawk, my truck and my bike.
After a stop in front of Speed’s and Sami’s place, we pulled up beside the clubhouse and I helped Sami and Ally carrying things into the kitchen. Several women greeted me and introduced themselves. This was just to be a club cookout because the children would be attending, which I couldn’t say I wasn’t happy about not having to watch the hang-arounds all over the men. I hadn’t had to face that yet with Black Hawk and if they were anything like the ones who hung around Haven, they didn’t give a shit if the man was taken. Made for some interesting parties when the ol’ ladies were around.
We spoke for a few minutes, then I told Sami and the ladies that I wouldn’t be long. I wanted to be back before Crusher because frankly, I didn’t want to listen to him bitch about my driving or the nine hundred other reason he would come up with.
I waved at the man at the gate and then turned on the main road into town. As I drove past Soft Tails I noticed the parking lot was full, which meant Church was still in progress. If I hurried, I would make it back in plenty of time.
Sue was outside when I pulled up, putting a few things in her car. “Hey, Sue, you going to the cookout?” I yelled to her.
“Yeah, Stroker called and invited me. I haven’t spent a lot of time there since Wolf passed. Even Shakes and a few other of the ol’ ladies I’m friends with called to tell me to come. Aren’t you going to be there? I can’t believe that man of yours would let you skip it.” It seemed news had traveled fast through the club.
“Just grabbing a few things from inside, then I’m heading back. They were still at Soft Tails when I passed by.” I unlocked the door and opened it, then turned back to Sue. “I’ll talk with you some more at the club.”
“Sure thing, I’m heading there now. Got some of the things they’re going need to setup before that hungry bunch shows up. Good to see you’re getting back to yourself.” Sue waved and got in her car and I walked into the house, shutting the door behind me.
After I got upstairs, I grabbed a couple small tote bags and gathered a few articles of clothing and shoved them in the bags. Next I took my service revolver and placed the box on top in one of them. I looked around the bathroom for anything I might need until my stuff was packed once again and moved to Crusher’s.
I walked down the stairs and then set the bags by the door and headed to the kitchen. I didn’t know if anyone else drank wine but I had a few bottles I kept around for when I wanted a glass. Which wasn’t often considering I preferred beer.
When I retrieved the bottles from the top shelve of the cabinet, I turned, and then stopped dead in my tracks.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Hello, daughter,” Stone sneered.
Chapter Sixteen
Crusher
When we pulled up to Soft Tails the lot was already full. I knew we weren’t early but we weren’t late either. Fuck this was not going to be good.
“Shit, when Roscoe beats us here you know you’re late.” Speed shook his head and walked toward the door. “Now we are probably going to have to listen while the dads bitch us out in front of the whole club.”
“Bullshit, I’m not getting yelled at, Crusher, because you were too busy getting your dick wet this morning,” Flirt followed behind Speed, griping.
“I didn’t ask you fuckers to wait on me. You could have left. I’m a big boy, could have found my way here on my own. Besides, we are on fucking time, assholes. Unless the time was changed and no one told us.” I walked beside Devil as we were the last to get off our bikes.
“I haven’t seen Dad for a couple days. They’d been holed up in the office working on what, I have no idea. I asked and he told me not to worry about it, that they had it handled,” Devil said.
“I got told the same shit by Prez,” I said and as Speed pulled opened the door, Tank and Dare were standing there.
“Hey, brothers,” Speed said and held out is hand. We all watched as Dare and Tank both looked down at his hand but neither extended theirs. The look on their faces were blank and detached. “What the fuck is going on?”
“Prez will tell you, boys. Go take a seat, you are the last to get here.” Tank stepped between us and threw the lock on the door. I looked around the room that now held chairs facing a long table where the leadership sat. At the table sat Stroker, Preacher, Romeo, Flyboy, and even Cruz, Coast’s dad, who usually stood off to the side since he was an Enforcer.
We walked to the front to take a seat. Speed went to sit with the dads since he’d already taken Cutter’s position.
“Speed, you can sit with the others,” Stroker looked at Speed when he spoke and motioned to the empty seat beside me. It didn’t escape me how quiet the room was. Speed stood beside the table where the dads were sitting and looked at each one. The only one that looked back at him was Stroker.
Stroker cocked his eyebrow at Speed, “You got a problem with what I said, Speed?”
Speed’s lips thinned and he glared back, a few seconds passed with the stare down until finally Speed was the one to break it as he turned toward me and the others, “Nah, Prez, your meeting, you run it how you like.” Speed sat down beside me. I looked back at the Prez and the others and they were looking at us. Their faces were the same as Tank’s and Dare’s: blank, distant.
Fuck me, Jag was right, not calling them until after we had things handled with Carly had pissed them off. I didn’t want to have a yelling match in front of the entire club but the way we were getting treated pissed me off.
“Anybody else feel as though we went back in time like twenty years?” Flirt leaned over and said and Romeo’s head snapped in his direction.
“Watch your mouth and show respect in here or get out,” Romeo said as he looked at Flirt. If this meeting didn’t start soon there was going to be a fight. I could feel the tension in the room and the only sound was that of members shifting in their seats behind us.
Flirt was right though, it did feel like we went back twenty years to us sitting in that office at Black Hawk because of some dumbass shit young boys do, waiting to get yelled at and to find out what our punishment would be.
“Okay, let’s get this meeting underway, we got a lot of shit that needs to be covered. Romeo, you start with the financials.”
At Stroker’s words Romeo opened the folder in front of him. “As of today, every business owned and run by Black Hawk members shows a profit. With the exception of Custom Rides. The profit margin is showing a steady increase every month, if this continues at the end of next year Black Hawk will have doubled across the board.” Romeo, treasurer of the club, continued on with each individual businesses’ profit. This whole meeting was strange because the profit and lost sheets were something the club only went over at the end of each year. We weren’t even halfway through the current year.
“Thanks, Romeo,” Stroker said and looked over at Cruz. “Cruz, you want to address any problems going on internally that the club needs to handle.”
Cruz, Enforcer for the club, opened the folder in front of him, “Just a couple, Prez. Boss and Turk have been warned twice for fighting with each other over the last of the marijuana plants that are ready for harvest. Seems they didn’t want to give that part of the business up to go legal. I’ve spoken with both men and they’ve agreed to stop fighting with each other and work together. Flyboy got the plant problem solved.” Cruz looked out at the members, “You agreed with the assessment, Boss?
Turk?” I looked over my shoulder to see Boss and Turk in the back sitting beside each other.
“Agreed, Cruz,” both men said at the same time. Boss and Turk were real brothers on top of being Black Hawk brothers. When they weren’t fighting with each other that’s when you started asking if hell froze over. If that was the only internal issues going on in the club, meant everyone was doing what they were supposed to. “The last thing, which is new and hasn’t been addressed, a situation with the ex VP of Haven, one that has seemed to have made its way to Black Hawk. The problem arising from this is that a few of the current members and one of the leadership have forgotten that everything that goes on in a club comes through the chain of command and lastly to the Prez. They are to be involved first before any decision making is held. Those members broke that process and recommendation on how to deal with them needs to be addressed.”
“Thanks, Cruz. We will move onto Flyboy and Preacher. Gentlemen, you can start when you are ready.”
Preacher, the club secretary, opened the folder in front of him and flipped through several pieces. I sat, lost, listening to them go over each thing dealing with the club. I turned and looked at my friends and their faces reflected what had to be on mine. What the fuck? And the part that pissed me off most was saving the reprimanding till the end. Like there should be any, we handled the issue and reported when it was over. Not like we hid shit from any of them. Never have we been reprimanded in front of the entire club, it was usually handled in the Prez’s office. Well, I would sit hear listen to their shit and if they wanted to do it in front of the whole club, I would voice our side in front of the whole club too. I just wished they would speed it up, I wanted to get back to Carly. I didn’t want her sitting at the cookout with a bunch of women she hadn’t met. I wanted to be able to introduce her so she would feel comfortable and not overwhelmed.
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