by Nicole Snow
I didn't give a fuck what happened to me. All I could think about was getting killed before I had a chance to get Missy and Jackie out.
Fuck! If there was a God, I really needed a miracle right now, more than I ever needed one in my life. Of course, I was the last asshole in the world who deserved good karma after getting Ma killed and drugging myself blind, but a man could hope.
“Aye.”
Fang broke the death stare with me and his jaw fell open. Blackjack stood like stone, his face hard, as if to say, yeah, asshole. I did it.
The whole room heard the relief hissing out my nostrils. Now that I wasn't the lone asshole voting aye, I might have a chance to smooth things over, before some brother slit my throat in my sleep.
“The nays have it,” Blackjack said, taking his seat. He held the bear claw several seconds longer than he needed to before passing it to Fang.
When he held it out to the Prez, Fang ripped it outta his hand, slamming it down on the table again.
“Okay. It's done. Everybody in this room knows exactly where the fuck everybody else stands.” His tone sounded calm, but the tremor in his shoulders said otherwise. “Blackjack, tell them about Tacoma.”
“We had another shipment hit by the cartel last night,” he said, his voice as icy as Fang's. “Some heavy weapons we picked up from a Chinese drop off. It never made it out of port. The Washington crew found three of their guys dead plus a couple prospects, and all the boxes gone the next day.”
“Shit! You mean the cartel's slipped that far north without hitting us in Redding first?” Serial pulled out a cigarette and took a long drag.
“No. Right now, there's no proof it was the Mexicans at all,” Fang said, leveling his eyes on me again. “The Devils got a much stronger presence on our northern front. They've been coming through our territory for months, hauling shit to Canada, paying us their toll as agreed. All part of the truce I was a goddamned fool to sign.”
My head started to spin. I had to grip the table's edge just to stay focused, before that asshole sucked me into the black hell waiting in his eyes.
Fuck. War with the Devils meant one more thing for me to worry about when it involved my own fucking sister and her Prairie Pussy husband.
“Prez, we owe it to the club to find out what's going on before we do anything,” I spoke up. “Seems like the perfect kick in the nuts from the cartel. Hit us somewhere we least expect...make us think it was the Prairie Pussies...fuck everything to pieces up north when we need every guy fighting them in the south.”
Fang bared his teeth. The bear claw smacked the table loudly, and then he stood up and roared. “Sit down and shut the fuck up, you little shit!”
The Prez and I both hit our seats at the same time. Rabid looked at me like I was about to get my head chopped off. Hell, for all I knew, maybe I was. Then again, decapitation would've been a whole lot easier than the Mauler, and they'd definitely use that fucking thing if they wanted me dead.
“Nothing's been decided,” Fang growled. “But I've got my suspicions. The pussies have been expanding West where they don't belong for too fucking long. They know it's the perfect time to hit us right now. Shit, if I were Throttle up in North Dakota, I'd jam it so hard up our asses we'd scream if I knew about the intel your old lady's dead daddy passed to the cartel, Brass.”
I swallowed hard. My throat was bone fucking dry. All the guys in the room looked at me like wolves – everybody except Blackjack and Rabid.
“You know what I think?” Fang said, folding his arms, never taking his eyes off me. “I think we've got more rats biting holes in our ship. Rats on the inside passing shit to the cartel, and possibly our old friends in the Devils too. No, I can't prove anything – yet – but when I do, the Mauler's gonna have a lot of traitor skin to chew on. A hard interrogation and death's the only thing rats deserve. Same fucking thing any asshole in this room's gonna get by holding back critical intel from this day forward. New policy. I'll have Crack write it into the club charter later.”
Sneering, he turned to Blackjack. “Or would you like me to put that up to vote too?”
“Your call, Prez. You know the charter just as well as I do,” Blackjack said, a little hint of sarcasm breaking through. “The national President doesn't need to put all defense decisions up to vote when the club's under imminent threat.”
“Damned straight,” Fang snapped. “I don't know what's going on, but I'm gonna find out. When I do, it'll be time to clean house. We can't fight the cartel head on 'til we stomp the vermin in our own midst. And if it means we've gotta fight the Devils too...well, who am I to hold all the boys back who're jonesing for some Prairie Pussy colors hanging on their walls?”
Several of the rougher men grinned, including Serial. Of course that motherfucker wanted blood. What else could anybody expect from a psycho fuck?
The men who lived on senseless war were never my brothers. They never would be. Fuck, I had to get away from this shit, I had to –
The bear claw slapped the table again. Loudly. I blinked, losing my thoughts.
“Business adjourned. Keep your asses on call. I'm gonna need guys back here once I figure out who's been fucking us, and how we're gonna cut the cartel before they bleed us out.” Fang looked around the room, casting a wide, wicked gaze. “It's all I fucking do. This club's my life, and I'm its life blood.”
He stood up and left first, followed by the Veep. Brothers got up and started to move, more than a couple giving me nasty looks on the way out. I made my way to the door when the room was halfway clear, with Rabid right behind me.
At the bar, Suzy served us some beers, something to take the edge off. I noticed Serial, Splitter, and a couple other ruthless assholes at the other end, and I made damned sure they kept their distance.
How fucked was I? Really? The only thing that hadn't screwed me over today was all the drama keeping their attention on the Prez's vote. Nobody gave me shit yet about Missy not showing up to clean today – or maybe they figured she deserved some slack after what Serial did last night.
“You voted the way I wanted to,” Rabid finally said. “You know that, brother? I just couldn't bring myself to do it...the vote was fucked from the beginning. Nobody has the balls to kick him out and take the cartel on. Nobody!”
“It's done,” I grunted, staring into my beer. “So's digging my grave deeper. I'm gonna tell you, Rabid, and nobody else. You've been a real brother to me.”
Rabid's eyebrows went up. He leaned in close for me to whisper.
“In a week or so, I'm taking the girls north. They're getting the fuck away from this shit in case I can't. I'm not gonna let my old lady and the kid be a slave to this fucked up club.”
Rabid peeled away, rocking back. His eyes were wide as he picked up his beer and gulped the last two-thirds, slamming the glass on the counter when he was done.
“Christ, brother. Shit.” He shook his head. “You really think that's wise when Fang was practically calling you a rat to your face?”
“Got no choice. I'm a natural target. I tried to vote him out and my sis is married to the pussy Prez in Montana. If Fang's gonna string me up and rip my throat out, I'm not gonna leave my girl defenseless. They've gotta get away from all this.”
Rabid cocked his head. “Shit, bro. You're really into this chick, aren't you?”
I nodded. No point in hiding it, and I didn't fucking want to.
“She's warming to me, Rabid. I intend to keep it that way. Sure, I claimed her to keep her alive at first...but now? There's something there. Something real fucking nice. She's becoming the stuff an old lady's made of.”
Rabid smiled. He slapped my shoulder in a way that surprised me. The man who likes his girls steady, hot, and plentiful actually understood, and it surprised the shit outta me.
“I got your back, Brass. If you need to get away from all this shit...just get up and go...I'm not gonna stand in your way. Won't help anybody who does neither. You're a true brother.”
; I didn't say a word. Just finished my beer, turned to him, and gave a manly hug before taking off.
I wasn't sure if I'd be able to walk outta this clubhouse alive in the coming week. But as long as I had one more day, a couple good men, and my girl behind me, I'd die happy. As long as I got them away from this hell, I'd die like a man, working off the junkie fuckups I still deserved to burn for.
I got in late. The apartment was weirdly quiet, and I had to take a stroll through it to see that I wasn't alone.
“Where's Jackie?” I said, stepping into the bedroom.
Missy was curled up beneath a blanket, reading some shit she'd printed off the old computer. “Christa took her out to the museum. I know, you said no trips out of the apartment...but I figured after last night, that might've changed. She won't talk, Brass. She's really grown on you.”
My head started pounding. I leaned on the woodwork in the door frame and ran my fingers through my hair.
“Fuck, babe. You gotta tell me when you give the okay for shit like this. We're not free and clear yet.”
She sat up, her eyes wide. “Did anybody ask about me today?”
“No. The club was too distracted with other bullshit. I told my number one brother what's coming. He's cool with it.”
Missy nodded. She swung her legs over the bed and stood up, dropping the blanket. Did a double take when I saw she was wearing nothing on the bottom, not even panties underneath her long shirt.
“Shit! And you definitely gotta start telling me about that,” I growled, overwhelmed by the grin creeping across my face.
She stepped right into my embrace. I hugged her close, sweeping my hands down her ass. My cock perked up, ready to fuck both our brains out. Damned if I didn't need it after having Fang's evil eyes all over my mug all evening.
Yeah, baby girl, I thought. A dude can definitely get used to this if it's what an old man can look forward to.
I kissed her, rough as the rage and confusion still swirling around inside me. Fuck, there was a hint of sugar on her lips from this morning. Sugar and spice and everything very fucking nice.
I grabbed her hips and squeezed, grinding her bare pussy on my jeans. She gasped when she felt my hard-on.
“Brass...”
“What time does Jackie come home?” I asked, digging my fingers into her round ass. God damn. I'd never, ever get tired of it, and I couldn't wait to take her from every angle while she bounced all over my dick.
“Another hour. Maybe two,” she purred, brushing her sweet little lips against mine.
My cock thudded in my pants like a fucking jackhammer. Suddenly, the shitty day was turned on its head, and now I only had one thing to worry about: how many times I was gonna fuck her to the wall before the girl got home.
I was on her like an animal. Picked her up in my arms and flung her down on the bed, tearing off that shirt. Shit, she was missing her bra too, and those pretty pink nipples called to my mouth like sirens.
I fell over her, bracing myself with my hands. She squirmed and giggled as my chin moved down, rough stubble sliding over her throat, not stopping 'til I got her right nip in my mouth.
Holy fucking shit. Every part of her tasted good, and I swore her skin heated a few degrees hotter when I sucked, holding it between my teeth. I had a gift for biting a woman's tits just right, the perfect bite for making them slick and ready for my dick.
When I did it to my Missy, she rolled, hissing rough satisfaction as my tongue flicked her tip. I sucked it 'til it was soft in my mouth, then started on the other one I'd been tweaking with my fingers. When I went in her today, she was gonna be good and ready, wet enough to fuck as many times as I could manage during this precious time alone.
“Brass! Brass...” She slurred my name over and over, starting to go crazy as my stubble and mouth kissed their way down, stopping at the sweet wet V below her trim pussy hair.
It was like a fucking target for my mouth, and I always hit my bullzeye. She started to squirm with the first lick. One day soon I'd drive that self-conscious shit outta her. There was no way – absolutely none – she was getting outta having my mouth on her sweet cunt, lapping deep and long, starving for her taste.
Just let me lick. Listen to my tongue and behave yourself, babe. Don't worry about shit except how hard you're gonna come on my lips.
I couldn't say anything while I had my mouth buried in her sweetness, but I sure as fuck thought it. Couldn't think about anything else while I licked inside her pussy, relishing her taste, her smell, then moving up and making her body jerk when I lashed her clit.
Fuck, she was hot. Hot and responsive enough to make me forget all about the vipers nipping at my heels.
I licked deep. Hard. Loving. I surrounded her clit with my tongue, sucked it between my teeth, holding it there so I could press her sweetest button again and again, begging her to blow.
She finally did. I knew the minute her legs started trembling in my hands, shaking on both sides of my head. I pressed my fingers into her tender flesh and held her down, circling her clit with fresh licks like a fucking demon.
Her pussy thrashed against my face when she came. Her scream splashed my lips as she tightened up and gushed. Damn if I didn't push my face into her harder. This mess was my pride and joy, a sopping wet symbol of the effect I had on her.
Missy's fingernails pushed through my hair and dragged on my head. Didn't stop me from continuing my assault on her clit 'til she finally stopped bucking on my face. I could practically hear the explosion echoing through her body as she gave it up, coming on my tongue, coming just for me.
Beautiful. Totally fucking beautiful.
In the sweet peace I gave her, coming her pretty brains out, she didn't have to worry about a damned thing. And neither did I when I watched her, felt her, tasted her. If I could've stayed attached to that pussy for the next two days just licking, sucking, and fucking it with my tongue, I would've been a happy man.
But right now I'd be even happier when I let out some of the fire raging in my cock. I stood up while she was still twitching, coming off the high. Tore off my clothes fast and fished out a condom, loving how she was sprawled out and ready for me on the bed.
I rolled the condom on, crawled onto the bed, and pushed between her legs. She opened her eyes and looked seductive as fuck without even trying when I touched her.
“Babe, you better turn over right now. Get on your hands and knees. I'll show you how we make the most of things when our time's scarce.”
She moaned and I helped her up, watching her hot ass bob as she got into the perfect position. I reached up, fisting her hair, grinding my cock against her ass cheeks. Fuck, one day I'd take her ass too, but today was all about her pussy. No goddamned way I was gonna let that wet, sweet silk I'd stroked go to waste.
One push and I was in. Missy's whole body jerked, and I held on tight, jerking on her hair like the reigns they were.
We fucked hard. Taking her doggie let me make the deep strokes I loved, gradually picking up speed and tension, shaking her from head to toe. The bed rattled beneath my knees, giving her an extra bounce each time she fell back into me. I loved it.
I watched her tits from the side. Kept the tempo rising 'til they shook like ripe fruits beneath her, bobbing back and forth, pendulums of pure lust swinging each time my dick drove deep.
That fire in my nuts hadn't lessened one bit. Fuck no. It was growing stronger, spilling out my balls and racing up my spine. Hot lava churned beneath my dick and my balls started to tense up after a few breathless minutes of rough fucking.
“Come, babe,” I growled, reaching my free hand around her stomach. I found her clit and rubbed hard.
Just what she needed to tense up on my cock and convulse. Missy screamed, and then screamed harder when I jerked her head up, curling her beautiful brown hair around and around my fingers, spooling her to the limit before I joined her.
And I did a second later.
“Fuck! Don't stop shaking that ass. Grind
into me, baby girl, hard as you fucking can.”
She took orders like a good girl, even balls deep in her climax. My cock pressed against her womb and ballooned when her ass hit my pubic bone. I fucking lost it.
My nut came seething and furious, the kinda release that splinters your brain in half. It was like being lit on fire. Her screams disappeared into a breathless gasp as I shook my dick inside her, feeling the first hot come load blowing into the condom.
I didn't fucking stop. I kept rocking inside her, making shallow spikes deep in her pussy. Marking her, fucking her, loving her every way I could 'til my body gave out.
My heart beat like a fiend against my ribs. Jet after jet of flaming hot sperm shot up my shaft and pulsed heat through my muscles. I felt like I'd grown taller, swelled out, full of total love and lust like a fucking giant.
Shit. That's when it reached up and punched me in the fucking face.
If the club or the cartel didn't kill me, this girl would. She'd drive me absolutely fucking loco whether I had her in my arms or my dick buried inside her. Smack didn't have shit on the addiction she ignited in my blood.
I rolled, tugging her in my arms, pulling her to my chest. The big bear on my chest was like a landing pad for her face.
Something natural. Something good. Something worth fighting for no matter how miserable the odds were stacked against us.
“Rest up, babe. Don't go to sleep on me. We're not done here by a long shot.” I gave her a playful smack on the ass and she jerked alert.
The annoyed look on her face melted in a smile. “You're the only man who's ever gotten away with that, you know.”
I winked. “Fuck, I'd better be, babe. If anybody else has had his hands on this sweet ass, you point me his way and I'll knock his fucking teeth out. You know what this is?”
I reached for both cheeks and squeezed. She whimpered in my hands, then opened her eyes, snuggling into me, staring at the ink on my chest.
“It's my butt,” she said, laughing like an angel.
