by London Casey
I walked to my shirt and leather cut. I grabbed them and put them back on. My face throbbed and bled but I wasn’t going to wipe it away. Wearing blood was a badge of pride in front of the Irish mobsters. They both looked at me, nodding.
“Power has changed,” Trev said.
“The MC is different now,” Jasper said.
“Aye,” Garvan said. “But a change in power doesn’t take away what’s been done.”
“Meaning?” I asked. “What else do you need done here?”
Bryant snapped his fingers. One of the other doors to a van opened and there was an array of guns. It was all the guns Ripper had stored away, hidden from the rest of us.
“These were acquired and purchased,” Bryant said. “We don’t handle refunds.”
“You took the goddamn weapons back,” Trev said.
“That was to see where your honor remained,” Garvan said. “You were open and honest. We appreciate that. Normally we’d just wipe out your club. Fuck it. But I can respect a man who wants to do right.”
“So what makes this right?” Trev asked.
“These are your guns,” Bryant said. “We’ll keep them safe for now. We expect our full payment soon. If we don’t get that payment, I can promise that the massacre unleashed won’t be one you want to see.”
“Aye,” Garvan said. “And your baby will never see its first day of life.”
Trev jumped forward. I managed to grab his arm but he still threw a punch. He barely got Garvan, just enough to send the stubby man back. It wasn’t enough to make him bleed.
I pulled Trev back and Jasper had already drawn his weapon.
“Enough,” Jasper said. “Meeting is over.”
“I was just about to say the same,” Garvan said. “Good company thinks alike.”
“You may change anything you need,” Bryant said. “But the word of a man remains. Even if he’s silenced now. Remember that as a lesson.”
The two members of the O’Nuall family turned and walked away. At the exact same time, they took out their guns and pointed them at Danny. He was climbing back to his feet. Well, he was until they both pulled their triggers and shot him.
They got into their vehicles and the cars drove away.
I looked at Trev. “You okay, Prez?”
“Yeah. I feel like digging up Ripper’s ass and killing him again.”
“Prez!” Cash called out. He was wiggling his phone in his hand. “Call from Max. Says we have a package. A gift from the O’Nuall family.”
“Christ,” Jasper said.
“A gift?” I asked.
“When these guys send a gift, it’s nothing ever good.”
“Meaning what?”
Jasper shook his head. “Meaning it’s usually a body part.”
**
All I wanted was to get to Harlee. Before that, I had to see what the hell the O’Nuall family sent the MC.
The box was on a pool table and we all waited for Trev to give the orders.
Cade had done something to it to make sure it wasn’t a bomb. He had a laptop and something touching it, running tests. For as big and strong as he was, Cade could be a geek sometimes. His knowledge of money and tech stuff really helped the MC out a lot. Shit, he was going to have a heart attack when he found out we were on the hook for all those guns Ripper got from the O’Nuall family.
“We’re solid?” Trev asked.
“Yeah,” Cade said. “It could still be some kind of poisonous powder or something though.”
“Let me open it,” I said. I pushed forward.
“You’ve done enough today,” Duke said, staring at me. “You took a beating.”
“I won the fight though.”
Duke and I hadn’t spoken a word since our little rough up when Harlee came to the clubhouse.
Duke put his massive paw on the box. “I’ve been through this before. You can’t imagine the shit in boxes. Goddamn IED’s buried underground. Driving down a road, never knowing what was going to happen. Or the convoy in front of you going up in flames because they hit it before you did.”
“Open it up, Duke,” Trev said.
I nodded to him.
Duke peeled the box open and then jumped back. “Ah, fuck.”
“What’s in it?” Cash asked.
I leaned over the box and quickly turned my head. “Shit.”
It was a severed head.
Luckily it wasn’t one of our own.
It was a member of Night Soul MC though. It was Mays. A table member for the club.
I looked at Trev and saw the concern on his face.
“They didn’t appreciate being pushed around,” I said. “So they went after Night Soul.”
“You don’t just call and fuck with them,” Jasper said.
“We’re next,” Duke said. “This is a friendly warning.”
“It’s going to set Rocco off,” Kye said.
“Everyone shut up,” Trev said. “Package that up and get it out of here. Jasper, I want you in contact with Night Soul and tell them we have their brother’s head. Find out if they have the rest of the body. I want full guard on the clubhouse and lot. We keep track of each of us and our families.”
“Prez, what do you want me to do with Harlee?” I asked.
“You go to your place still,” Trev said. “Keep everything the same. Prospects will survey the town. We’re not going to lock this place down and show fear. This club doesn't operate on fear. Everything Night Soul has tried to do has failed. They can either retreat or push forward and keep failing. In this clubhouse, in this goddamn MC, nobody is retreating and nobody is fucking failing.”
Everyone gave a nod and then got to work.
Trev grabbed for me. “Trent, I have to ask a tough question.”
“What?”
“What use is Harlee right now? They think she’s dead. We’ve used her to push back against Night Soul. There’s no other use for her.”
I felt the anger building again. “Yeah. Right.”
“We’ll keep her for another day or so, okay? Focus on the O’Nuall and the Night Soul problems right now. But she’s got to go.”
I nodded.
Trev was right.
Harlee had to go.
The problem… I didn’t want her to go.
**
I got to the apartment and found Harlee on the couch, passed out. The remote dangled off the edge of the coffee table. She was watching some dumb ass chick flick. Some dude stood in the doorway to a house, holding flowers, giving the big speech to get back into some chick’s panties.
Half a blanket was on Harlee so I grabbed it and covered her up. I needed to clean myself up and then I’d get her into bed. I still needed to be on the couch and keep things under guard for a while. She really had no idea what was going on around her and us. Truthfully, she should have been gone. Maybe not dead, but being anywhere near the MC was a risk.
I touched her hair and she let out a little groaning sound. She kicked her feet and they popped out from the bottom of the blanket. I noticed her toenails were sort of painted a red color. They were worn and chipped, obviously she had done it a while ago. Something about it all struck me. The thought of her in my apartment, in the shower, naked. That first night when she opened the door to ask for a towel. Those stares she kept giving me, damn near begging me to kiss her.
Gritting my teeth I went to the bedroom and stripped down to just my jeans. My leather cut was draped on the bed. My t-shirt in the garbage can. It was covered in a mix of my blood and Danny’s blood.
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and turned on the water. I washed my hands clean of the day, the fight, the night, everything. I collected water into my hands and splashed it on my face. It helped to clean up some of the blood but not all. I’d have a couple lingering cuts and bruises, but at least I got out of that mess alive. The fucking Irish didn’t play games. It took guts for Rocco to call them, but he was paying his own price for that. It took years of trust building to get the O’Nuall fa
mily to take our call. There was a deep respect between us, even if Ripper had tried to ruin it.
I needed to clear my mind of anything to do with the day.
So I did the worst thing possible.
I thought about Harlee.
My dick instantly started to swell. I looked around the bathroom and saw a towel hanging up. I reached for it and stuffed it against my nose. Goddamn, it smelled like her. Her sweet skin. Her shampoo. She was beautiful. And the way she knew how to survive. Having a bag packed, with all her supplies and clothes, it just turned me on even more. A woman that could survive deserved to be protected.
I dropped the towel and made fists.
This was why I needed to be in the clubhouse. There were a handful of relievers that would be ready and willing to bend over and take one from me. That was the one way to settle after a brutal day of living the outlaw life. Shit, there were bullets and blades with my name on them. I didn’t have to time waste.
I quickly tore open my jeans and dropped them to my knees.
Fuck it.
I grabbed my cock and squeezed it tight. Two swift jerks and I was full staff, ready to go. My legs tensed up, already feeling good. My hand scaled up and down my dick, root to tip, back to root. I held there and grabbed the edge of the sink with my free hand. I looked at myself in the mirror. Then I looked down. My cock was huge, full, veins pulsing. There was no holding back now. I had to take care of this urge again and right now.
So I started to jerk my dick.
I shut my eyes and thought about the little bit of skin I saw on Harlee. The way her tits poured from the top of her shirt the night I met her. The way she sat on the edge of the bathtub, a towel around her body, leg up, damn near showing me everything.
“Fuck,” I growled.
My hand squeezed tighter at the head of my cock. My thumb rubbing up and back against the curvy, sensitive flesh. All those nerve endings commanding the rest of my body to get ready to explode like a pent up volcano ready to destroy anything in sight. My goddamn balls were tight and felt twisted. I started to thrust at myself, demanding myself to hurry the fuck up. This wasn’t for pleasure. This was for need.
I kept going, faster, damn near acting like I wanted to rip my dick off.
Deep inside, I felt it all churning. All collecting, ready for the finale.
I thought about if Harlee had opened her legs all the way that night. How I would have nestled right there, between her fucking legs. I would’ve licked her pussy clean and dry. Not a drop of that honey would have gone to waste with me.
She would feed the fucking monster…
I hissed and felt the rush coming.
I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror, seconds away from shooting my load into the bathroom sink.
My hand instantly stopped.
I realized then I wasn’t alone.
Harlee was just a couple feet behind me, watching me…
**
Our eyes met in the reflection. Her eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed. Yeah, it must have been a big shock to find me with my pants down, jerking off. My dick pulsed and started to ache a little. Getting that close and stopping was not a pleasant feeling at all. Everything started to feel backed up and I couldn’t stand there forever.
What are we going to do here, darling?
I curled my lip, stuck between angry and horny.
Goddammit, I wanted to turn around and ravage her sweet curvy body.
But I couldn’t get any closer. I couldn’t tempt damn fate anymore. If the order came down that she needed to go, I couldn’t stop it. There was no way I could get inside her without causing a bigger fucking mess.
Which left me with one choice.
I had to keep going.
My right hand gripped tight again. I felt my arm flex, along with my back. I started to stroke myself, my eyes locked into the reflection of Harlee looking back. Her lips parted into a silent gasp as she just stood there. She stepped back and hit the wall in the hallway. Her hands touched the wall. She was in nothing but a long t-shirt. Her legs started to part and the shirt hiked up a little, but not goddamn enough for me.
Then she touched the bottom of the shirt and lifted it up to show me her panties.
Goddammit, they were pink.
Pink fucking panties…
My cock was closing in on finishing again but I fought it off. I stayed focused on Harlee.
Slowly, I nodded.
Keep going, darling. Don’t you fucking prude up on me now.
Harlee kept going with the shirt, showing me her belly button. Her hips were beautifully curved, natural. They were hips meant for holding from behind and meant for pumping when on top.
Her left hand came across her panties and curled down between her legs.
I growled and held the urge to come back again. My balls felt like eighty pound weights.
Her fingers disappeared between her legs for a second and then came right back up. She kept going and slowly reached into her panties. I watched the outline of her fingers curl down again. Goddammit, she was touching herself. Touching that sweet pussy my mouth craved to taste.
Again, she pulled her hand out just a couple seconds later.
She let her shirt go and it covered everything up. But she wasn’t finished yet. She reached up the shirt and bent forward. She stripped her panties down to her ankles. She stepped out and kicked them away. This time when she lifted her shirt, I finally got to see. The creamy color of her legs gave way to the smoothness of her pussy. She had been taking care of herself in my goddamn shower. She was beautifully clean. Two fingers touched her slit, peeling her flower open, showing me her pink and tender hole. Her middle finger dabbed against her wetness and her hips jutted forward. Her right hand kept lifting her shirt as she arched her back, spreading her legs, making sure I could see everything.
Then her middle finger sank into her pussy, sliding slow and sliding deep.
I groaned and felt my cock reaching its final peak. There was no stopping myself this time.
She added a second finger and started to rub her clit.
My tongue salivated, dying to flick against her little pearl and see how she’d react.
Harlee then bit her lip and thrust forward again.
Goddammit, she was all primed and ready… she was in fucking need…
My hand slid up my cock again and I knew I had one more left to go.
“Right now,” I said and took my hand away from my cock.
She knew right what to do.
She hurried forward, entering the bathroom and reached around my body to grab me. I looked down and watched her small hand try to grip my thick monster. She could get enough to make it count and that’s all that mattered to me.
As she started to jerk me, I hissed, feeling my load work up my cock. The second she touched the head of my cock, I exploded.
The first two spurts hit the faucet and behind it, splashing against the tile.
Harlee let out a whimpering gasp.
She sped up, making sure I was well taken care of.
My cock pumped and pulsed, shooting everywhere. It was like I hadn’t come in years or some crazy shit. She stroked up and back, her pretty hand getting covered in my bad seed.
Finally, she opened her hand at the root of my cock and ran up against my pubes and to my lower stomach. Her hand was shaking. Slowly, her nails dug at me and felt her body against mine.
She was begging for it.
It was another do or die moment for me.
I hesitated for a second and screamed FUCK THIS in my head. Next thing I knew I spun around and grabbed for Harlee’s hips. I lifted her up and her hands wrapped around my back. I felt her right hand spread my own load against my back and I didn’t even give a single fuck.
Our eyes met. The tips of our noses touched.
We were an inch from kissing.
I couldn’t kiss her though.
Well, at least not those set of lips.
fourteen.
/> (harlee)
Holyshitwhatthefuckishappening…
It was the closest thing to a rational thought I had.
One second I was on the couch, the next asleep. Then I felt like someone was in the apartment. Then I heard a noise. I was worried something was wrong with Trent and I found him pleasuring himself. And the second I met his eyes, I knew I had to… you know… to myself…
Now Trent carried me from the bathroom to the bedroom.
His hands came to my belly and he pushed, launching me from him. I hit the bed and bounced with a scream. His cock was still thick and massive, pulsing, looking as though he wasn’t quite done yet.
His strong hands cupped my knees and spread me open. The way his lip curled and his eyes widened made me gush even more. I felt myself pulsing from deep within, my heels pressing against the bed, my hips rising up a little, thrusting at Trent.
“Goddammit, darling,” Trent growled. “I’ve been waiting for this from the second you straddled my ride. Scream as loud as you fucking need to.”
With that, Trent ran his hands up my inner thighs, keeping a tight grip. I was torn between feeling tickled and that slight pain from his fingers digging so hard into skin and muscle. Then his thumbs slid across and touched between my legs. The roughness of his thumbs to my soft and tender folds. I looked down and watched his thumbs move up and press against my clit, twisting hard, forcing my hips to buck. I grabbed the sheets and sucked in a breath, groaning.
“That’s right,” Trent growled. “I’m in control of you now, darling.”
He then looked right at me and seemed really angry. His thumbs stopped moving. I felt him start to grip even tighter and then his hands were off me. He looked at his hands and shook his head.
“Trent,” I whispered. My pussy ached and quivered for him. “What are you doing?”
He didn’t respond. Instead, he dropped down to the floor and wrapped his arms around my legs. One quick pull took me to the edge of the bed. I let out a scream, not knowing what to expect. Our eyes met as I saw how close his mouth was to my body. Just a set of eyes peering over my bare mound. The deadliest set of eyes ever. The eyes of a monster. His hands pulled my legs open again and he came forward, tasting me.
