Winter's Absolution (Obsidian Blades MC Book 1)

by Kristina Canady

  “Son, you gotta get out of that damn head of yours before you drowned in the darkness. We may live outside the law, but that doesn’t mean it has to rot your soul. That is the duality of life, what you choose to internalize is on you. You care for this woman, you want to defend her honor, I respect that. But this is not how it is done.”

  “She didn’t deserve what they did to her.” The damp air seems to get heavier as I refuse to admit to him my feelings about her. My teeth begin to grind as my body coils tight.

  “And that gives you the right to bring down the whole club, and fuck all our business up in the process? We have more mouths that count on this way of life than just hers. Perspective. Now, before you get your panties all wound up again, hear me out.” He holds up his hand to stop me from storming out and running the first prospects head into a wall that I see, he can see it brewing. “Whip, I sent you into the military to try to get you away from this lifestyle, but all you did was boomerang right back with an invaluable skill set. One I will allow you to use to seek justice on the right person. Blue will have you in a box before he will let you take down an entire organization that benefits our club family. Do you hear what I am saying?” He leans forward on his elbows, weathered hands clasped under his chin.

  “Yes, Sir. I can slaughter Pinkie like a pig, but I am not to touch any others.” My knife hand begins to twitch as I verbalize all that he said between the lines.

  “Correct. That yappy piece of shit at his side with no boundaries wouldn’t be missed either, should he slip and fall on your blade on the way out. No one needs that level of stupid trying to take over that artery of meth trade.” That’s the thing about Silver, always two steps ahead in his thinking.

  “But the sex trade in general goes against our beliefs too, we don’t promote that shit,” I grit. The cords in my neck flex over the one thing that I can’t let go of.

  “We don’t support it but we sure as hell can’t stop it. That animal is not one we can wipe from the surface of this earth. We stick to our business we leave the others to theirs. We do not interfere unless they cross that boundary first, then we step in and cut them off at the knees. We’ve done things this way for a long time. Our rep speaks for itself, and no other club has the balls to fuck with us or our way of doing things. Don’t be one of the stupid ones that gets dropped six feet under trying, please.” His age begins to show through his tan skin. He’s always looked a good fifteen years younger than he is, and the old dog still pulls pussy better than Edge himself. Silver’s son got popped on a run gone bad a few years before he found me, guess my sorry ass filled some sort of void for him. He moved me up here with him when he got asked to head up this branch when I was a teen. I’ve spent way too many moments of my life wondering if he should have left me in the dumpster.

  “All right, I’ll up my meds or whatever it takes to cool it.” I meant it, upsetting him is the last thing I want to do.

  “Whip, I don’t know the kind of shit you went through overseas, and I know you can’t talk about it, but I can draw a few conclusions. Don’t let those demons keep taking giant shits all over your brain, you gotta deal with them and flush them permanently, pills will only do so much.”

  “Ole’ man, can we not jump on the ‘heal your shit’ band wagon? Them demons ain’t goin’ nowhere, I’ll shut the fuckers up with pills as long as I have to.”

  “And so it is. Watch yourself, son.” Silver picks up his vibrating phone and answers, his exhaustion over these matters clear as day. I hated disappointing him, but I am who I am. Some things will never change.

  Walking out of his dark office on the main floor into the wide open club, the party is already in full swing. Club whores are out in full force, tits and pussy everywhere. Brothers are drinking, fucking, and a few even doing lines of coke off some surface of flesh as far as the eye can see.

  “Hey, daddy, you want to play tonight?” Carmen steps from the bar in the center of the room and rubs her tig-ole-bitties on my arm. They are as plastic as her overdone face, but my dick still jerks at the memory of her; she’s definitely one of the best lays up in here, likes it rough too. I reach up into her bleach blonde hair, and snatch her head backwards, kissing her hard, trying to fill the holes within me with her flesh. It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten my piss-pole wet, and after that shit with Luna, I’ve had a raging hard on that jerking off won’t fucking touch. Tearing my lips away, I nod to the back, and Carmen all too happily runs ahead of me to get ready. She knows exactly how daddy likes it. Taking a step forward, my hand drops to adjust myself.

  “Yo man, you all right?” Edge sidles up out of nowhere with a naked Paula under his arm, she’s been his new flavor of the week.

  Ignoring him, I keep walking, mind set on one thing.

  “Boss, we cool?” Edge tries again, desperate for my approval for some stupid ass reason.

  The blaring music doesn’t dampen my message one bit. “Edge, back the fuck off before you end up like Bandit.” His eyes bug out of his head.

  If I don’t sink my cock into something right now, someone is gonna end up dead.

  Edge turns pale, bald head and all, before leading his woman off the other way without another word.

  Squeezing past some chick pressed into the wall as her ass gets hammered; I finally jog up the stairs and get back to the room that is kept for me here. Carmen is already in position. Naked, bent over my bed, ball gag in her mouth, restraints next to her and her hands patiently waiting behind her back. Damn she’s quick. Eagerly, I shut the door and bolt it tight. If anyone so much as breathes this direction before I bust my load, they will be as good as dead.

  “All right, bitch, this is gonna hurt, I can promise you that. You ready?” She feverishly nods, her thick hips wiggling in the air.

  I can see the wetness already glistening down from between her legs. If she wasn’t a whore, I’d eat that shit up, licking it like an ice cream, devouring every nook and cranny from top to bottom; and I wouldn’t stop until her body is trembling from orgasm after orgasm ripping through her as she screams my name. My tongue runs over my lips at the thought.

  Grabbing a blindfold, and condom from the nightstand, I bypass the lube. This needs to hurt, I want her quivering and shaking in lust and pain all around my cock. Drawing back a big palm, I slap the shit out of her ass as a warm up, the sound reverberating all around. She cries out muffled sounds around the tight gag, her pale ass pinking up instantly. Lining up behind her, I drop my jeans and watch my dick spring out and into the air, pre-come dripping down the shaft. The soft curves of her cheeks aren’t even in color, so I land another with a loud smack, evening it out. She yelps again, but stays in place like a good little sub waiting patiently for what’s to come. Fisting myself, I give it a few pumps and run the pre-come all over her ass, marking her. She’s always been such a pretty girl, too bad she can’t stop snorting that shit and get her life together. Thank god she hasn’t leaned out too much and has some softness. Fingering up the restraints, I pin her wrists together and strap the leather in place at the sway of her back. They were never allowed to touch me and they knew that. The call of her luscious ass makes me push my dick up between her cheeks, dry fucking her enormous curves.

  “Mhmmmm, yes. I’d like to hear you beg but you’ve already got the gag on like a good girl.”

  She tries to say something around it and my hand connects with the side of her face in warning. The bitches head immediately drops low, and she goes back to slowly grinding that ass up and down my shaft.

  “Good girl,” I commend as the friction clouds my frustration. The need for a sexual outlet for all this bottled up shit drives my body like a freight train. As my mind relaxes and our skin collides, thoughts shift strait back to that fucking kiss with Luna. The mounting need between us, her scent, the way she perfectly fit against my body, and that damn look she always gets in her eyes when they are fixed on me. I’ve never experienced anything like it; it’s as if the light in her eyes strips me
down bare to the root of my being, yet encompasses me in adoration all at the same time. I’m not even sure she knows how I affect her; she’s innocent and inexperienced in unexpected ways. Luna is an addiction that I can’t afford to have.

  “Fuck this.” It booms from my chest as I run from the thoughts of her like a rabid dog, snap the condom on, line my head up with her wet pussy, and slam in hard to the hilt. Carmen cries out as tears stream down her cheeks. I hadn’t warmed her up first, nor did I care. Those tears, coupled with her hot, flustered cheeks as I fuck her without remorse is better than any foreplay. For me that is. My blood is roaring, my body pistoning in and out of hers. I reach forward, grab her by the neck with one hand as the other digs into her hip, and yanks her upwards, never stopping my relentless attack on her pussy. She gave it over to me on a platter, and I planned of taking full advantage.

  Gently squeezing, I limit her air supply as she struggles for breath, the expression on her face is all that I need to come. The shot fires out of me hard as I spill into the rubber, my fingers gripping her even tighter, causing her body to slowly go limp as little breaths gasp in and out of her darkening lips. Letting go, the air rushes back into her chest like an inflating balloon. Relief floods her shaking body as she rides the waves of her high, coming all over my cock. Moans erupt deep in her throat as I flick her clit, dragging out her release. Her juices coat my fingers as our damp bodies roll together, settling into recover for a minute as I twitch and pulse inside of her.

  “Very good, you know that was the warm up, right?” She slowly nods, spit streaming out and around the gag, her mind lost in the la-la-land. “Ready for round two?” She nods again, giving her consent and I quickly look her over to make sure she was in fact, okay. Letting her drop forward back onto the mattress, still speared on my dick, I hold her hips and help her bring her knees up onto the mattress. She’s already getting worn out, and I don’t need her turning into a dead-fuck this fast. By the time I’m done, though, she just might wish she was. Dead that is. She won’t walk straight for a week after this, that wasn’t a threat, that was a promise. Rarely did I fuck anyone, and when I did, it wasn’t ever nice.

  Luna

  Sitting quite clueless on the couch with the giant wolf dog sprawled across the empty side and onto my lap, I absentmindedly flip through the channels. Leo has been gone since yesterday morning. We had our heated instant, fell asleep together on my bed, only for me to wake up alone. It’s like the moment things get deep between us, he runs off. Always fucking running. It’s like I disgust him as much as I excite him, what the hell is that about? And he didn’t even care enough to leave a babysitter behind, which could be a good or bad thing.

  “How have you survived his mood swings, Steel?” Furry eyebrows dance as a low, old man sigh escapes him but ultimately he doesn’t move. We’ve come to an understanding when Leo isn’t around, Steel is allowed on the furniture. But we pretend it doesn’t happen when boss man is present. It works well for us, and this dog acts more like a human anyhow, pretty sure he’s a reincarnated old man of sorts. “I don’t know how you’ve done it; he makes me want to throat punch him, repeatedly.”

  A Hallmark movie comes up on the guide, and I ponder the description for a moment. Part of me wants to get lost in the sappy feminine desire to pine over some romantic notion, the other part of me wants to go smash some fucking dishes then shoot off a few rounds while I try to deal with this shit he’s got me into. What a douche, storming up in here, slamming me into a wall, making me feels things I never knew possible then takes off. The more I think about it, the angrier I get. Who the hell does he think he is? I didn’t ask for that, hell, I didn’t ask for any of this!

  “Steel, maybe I should just start trying to figure out something away from here. It may be time for me to move on. Hell, maybe I should look at school again and make something of myself.” Steel lifts his head and looks me in the eye while giving me another grumpy old man grumble before snuggling his head deeper into my lap.

  “The feelings are mutual old man. You are the only man I need, the rest of em’ can go eat a bag of dicks.”

  Laying my head back on the couch, I let myself doze off under the weight of the swirling emotions now taking root in my mind.

  The veils of sleep shift as the weight of my body is lifted up, and then pressed against something hard. Unsure of what is happening, I slowly swipe the sleep from my eyes as I register that I’m now on the move while my legs dangle, draped over an arm. Leo’s scent mixes with something else, filling my senses as I blink away the sand in my eyes. That distant anger that had wrapped around me as I drifted off on the couch peaks its ugly head once more.

  “Put me down,” I demand and try to wiggle out of his grasp.

  “No.” His grip gets instinctively firmer.

  “I said put me down, asshole.”

  “I said no.” He calmly makes his way into my room like he didn’t have a grown woman trying to kick herself out of his arms.

  “Now you can put me down!”

  “No.”

  “What the hell, my bed is right there. Thank you King Kong douche bag.”

  “You’ve been thinkin’ about calling me that all day, haven’t you?” He smirks, not taking my heated state seriously at all. It takes everything I have not to throat punch him.

  “Do the world a favor, and fuck off like you did without out a note or anything,” I seethe.

  “What, were you worried about me?” he bites out with a mean brand of sarcasm.

  “Does it matter? No. You don’t give a fuck about me. Just leave me alone, Leo.” It came out so fast I hadn’t a chance to think first. Snapping my mouth shut, my eyes narrow in the dark, locked onto his blue ones that shine like stars.

  “No.” He sets me on the bed, and slides in next to me, pulling my back to his front, and caging me into him.

  “What the hell are you doing?”

  “You ask a lot of questions.” He settles his head so that his lips rest against my neck, the contact sending a shiver throughout my body.

  My breathing picks up before I halt the excitement. “If you don’t like it, tough titty.”

  “I never said I didn’t like it.”

  “You never say much at all,” I harrumph.

  “Why are you so mad?”

  “Why did you take off without saying anything for days?”

  “It was a day, I had shit to do.”

  “You couldn’t have left a note?” Turns out, I really am pissed about it.

  “Did I miss the part where we ran off and got hitched?” I can hear the grin in his voice.

  “It’s called common decency so I don’t think someone finally shot that stupid head of yours. You know, the one that never stops thinking the worst about everything.”

  “You’re one to talk.”

  “Never said I was perfect.” Wasn’t that the truth. I knew his overactive mind because it was mirrored in my own. It’s been clear as day all along.

  “You are pretty damn perfect to me,” he mumbles, exhaustion weighting his tone. The words ricochet around the room like a gun going off in the night. He must be drunk. I’ve been here over two months, and he’s never said so much to me in one go, and certainly never a compliment. We mostly exist in companionable silence, our actions speaking for us while we remain at a loss for words. Not quite sure why it is that way, but there’s been more than enough on my mind to occupy me so I haven’t dwelled.

  “Stop over thinkin’ it.” Leo sleepily yawns.

  “I’m not.”

  “You’re also a terrible liar. Goodnight, Luna.”

  “Go to your own bed.” I elbow him, which is as good as running it into an unmoving wall. Pain bounces back through my not-so-funny bone.

  “Why?” Un-phased, he begins to pull the covers over our fully clothed bodies.

  “Because I’m pissed at you.” I kick the blankets down.

  “Be pissed, I ain’t goin’ nowhere darlin’.” And that was that, whether
I accept it or not. As I give up on my futile attempt here in the dark, that odd scent mixed with his hits my nose again and that’s when realization hits. A woman’s perfume. My heart sinks to the bottom of my gut, and a silent tear runs down my cheek as I stare at the moon looking full and beautiful outside the window, bathing the world in its tender luminescence.

  ∞

  A howling wind beats down on the house in the early morning, startling me from sleep. The support beams moan in protest as Leo and I sit up, hazed with deep sleep. Normally I hear him shouting and yelling on and off throughout the night as he wrestles his own demons, but not last night. Last night, neither of us was tormented by mysteries of the mind as we grappled with trying to obtain the rest our bodies desperately needed.

  “Damn, another storm.” Leo rolls off the springy mattress with a grunt, his broad back filling the window as he peers out the blinds. He lets them snap shut before turning his gaze to me. “You keep your ornery ass here, we’ve already got about a foot of snow down and it ain’t stoppin’ any time soon. The horses need to be fed, and I gotta make sure those heat lamps are on.” He starts to walk out of the room.

  “What the hell am I supposed to do? You should let me help you.” God, I need to keep busy or I might lose my mind up in here.

  “Go back to bed, or cook somethin’ up, I won’t be long.”

  “You sure are bossy.”

  “Oh, darlin’, you don’t know the half of it.” His baby blues playfully dance as something burns through my stomach.

  Instinctively, I lick my lips, something that does not go unnoticed by him. Desire flares in the small distance between us in an instant. It’s cut short by my memory of the perfume laced in his clothes. Lifting my chin toward him, I scoot off the bed to make my way to the bathroom without saying another word. Not sure why I care about him being with someone else, it’s not like he is mine. I could spin it a hundred ways ‘til Tuesday, but it didn’t stop the hurt that I feel over it. And now, I am stuck inside with him for who knows how long as we ride this storm out.