CHOPPER: Southside Skulls Motorcycle Club (Southside Skulls MC Romance Book 11)

by Jessie Cooke

  It was about three-thirty when they got back. Chopper parked in the stall in front of her door and let her slide off the bike. She was surprised when he didn’t get off himself. “You’re not coming inside?”

  “I should wait out here and let you get ready for work. I won’t leave, though. I’ll either give you a ride or…” She cut off his words by leaning in and covering his mouth with hers. It only took him a second before his arm was around her waist and his tongue was buried deep in her mouth. The kiss was the most passionate one that they’d shared all day, but Chelsea had felt his desire for her more than once, while they were on the water. She’d wanted him just as badly, she still did. When she finally broke the kiss, he looked almost dizzy. He smiled and said, “Or…what the fuck was I saying?”

  She laughed. “You were saying that you weren’t coming inside.”

  “Oh, yeah…I shouldn’t get in your way. You have to get ready for work…”

  “I have an hour.”

  “Yeah, but…fuck, baby, it’s so hard for me to keep my hands off you.”

  “Did I ask you to keep your hands off?”

  He chuckled nervously. “No, but…I mean, I don’t want to make you late for work.”

  “Did I ever tell you what a fantastic multitasker I am?”

  “Um…” He swallowed hard as she pulled off her t-shirt. She still had the bathing suit on underneath. “No…” She glanced around them and seeing that none of her neighbors were out and about, she kicked her boots off one at a time and wiggled out of the jeans. Chopper was looking at her like he was about to tell her she was crazy, or jump her bones, or both. Once she was standing in front of him again in only the red one-piece she said:

  “What time is it?”

  He cleared his throat and looked at his watch. “Three-thirty-one.”

  “I saved at least a minute by taking those things off out here while you were deciding if you wanted to come inside or not. I’m going to take off this suit on my way down the hall. By the time I get to the bathroom and start warming up the shower, maybe you’ll make a decision.” She winked at him and then collected her clothes and left him sitting there with his mouth hanging open as she walked up to the door of her apartment and put in the key. She pushed open the door and tossed the clothes inside. Then with a wink over her shoulder she reached up and untied the top of the suit. She saw him throw his leg over the bike and with a satisfied smile she turned her back to him again and began to peel off the suit. Before she had it all the way off, she heard the door slam behind her. She didn’t turn around. She finished peeling it off and walked into the tiny bathroom. As she reached in to turn on the water in the shower, she could see Chopper out of the corner of her eye, in the hallway, taking off his clothes.

  She stepped into the shower and let the warm water wash over her body. She had her eyes closed and was lathering up her hair when she heard and felt him step into the shower with her. Once Chelsea rinsed her hair and opened her eyes she found him standing about a foot away, with his back pressed into the tile, watching her. Damn, he’s hot. She reached for him and he pulled back and said, “Finish what you were doing first.” He folded his arms and looked like he was settling in for a show, so she gave him one. She lathered up her hands and started washing herself, taking her time with her breasts and her lower stomach, finally turning her back to him and letting his imagination run wild while she ran her hands up and down between her thighs and let out little sighs and groans as she did.

  Suddenly Chelsea felt his hands on her and she was being spun around to face him. All the breath shot out of her lungs as he pushed her into the wall and kissed her, hard. His hands were moving too, all over her soapy body as if his touch desperately craved every inch of her. When she was finally able to pull out of the kiss for a breath she whispered, “You want to fuck me, Chopper?”

  “Hell. Yes.”

  “You want inside of me?”

  “Fuck yeah.”

  She smiled. “Then do it. Take what you want. I’m all yours.”

  He grinned down at her and then spun her again. She put her hands out and braced herself on the wet wall. The shower was spraying lukewarm water across her body now, but she hardly noticed as she arched her back and felt him rubbing the head of his cock up and down between her legs. He teased her for a few seconds before squatting slightly and then thrusting upward. She cried out as she felt his cock impale her and Chopper immediately grabbed her hips and began to pound into her. Chelsea held onto the wall with one hand and the showerhead with the other. Her legs were close together, not only to keep her balance but because she loved feeling his thick cock press into her thighs as he thrust in and out of her. His breathing was ragged and labored, but he didn’t slow his pace. She could tell that he was ready to come and she pushed back into him a little harder each time to help him along. She felt his body lean into her harder and with his mouth right next to her ear he said, in a strangled voice, “I’m sorry, I’ve been holding back all day.”

  “Don’t be sorry. Come for me, baby. Come for me, Chopper. I love you. I want to feel you come.” That did it. He let out a primal growl and thrust her face-first into the wall. She caught herself before her nose slammed into it and she forgave him when she heard and felt him reach his climax. Her body shook as he rocked into her, releasing the tension that he’d apparently been feeling all day. She smiled even though she was pushed into the wall and she hadn’t had an orgasm herself yet. She loved knowing how badly he wanted her, and she loved knowing that she could make him feel good.

  He kept his cock inside her for a while, leaning down to kiss her as she turned her face back and up to meet his. He was holding onto her tightly; he must have sensed that her legs were about to give out. She felt him reach around her and turn off the shower and then he slowly turned her around and lifted her up off the floor, carrying her like that out of the shower with him. He carried her over to her little bed and laid her down on top of it. He looked surprised when she sat up and took his softening cock between her palms. “What are you doing, baby, it’s your turn.”

  She smiled up at him wickedly and said, “This is my turn…my kind of fun.” She leaned down and took his soft cock into her mouth and began to roll it around on her tongue. She was looking up at him as she did; he had closed his eyes and had a look of pure ecstasy on his face. As she licked and sucked she could feel him growing again, hardening slightly, getting thicker. It was hot, and that only made her suck harder, more determined to get him hard again. She tossed her hair out of the way a few times before she felt him bring his hands down and wrap them up in it, holding it back out of her way. He was getting harder now and she began bobbing her head up and down while he guided her with his hold on her hair. He whispered her name every so often and told her she was “fucking amazing” and that she was “fucking beautiful” and that he loved her. He began thrusting his hips in time with what she was doing, and she heard his breaths grow short again right before he used his hold on her to pull her back. Her lips let go of his cock with a loud “pop” and she looked up at his face.

  Chopper was looking down at her with love and lust in his eyes and he used his legs to push her back on the bed. She lay down, expecting his cock but instead feeling his warm, wet tongue. He’d dropped to his knees and he was licking her pussy, tasting her juices and playing with her engorged clit. The sensations of his tongue pressing into her most sensitive body part was sending jolts of high voltage electricity to her brain, and she writhed and squirmed across the bed so much that he had to put one hand across her abdomen to hold her down. She was out of her mind and almost ready to explode when she found enough breath to say:

  “Inside me, Chopper. Please. I want to come with you inside of me.”

  He stopped what he was doing and complied. Standing up, he put his hands under her arms and moved her up on the bed so that her head was on the pillows. She tried not to think about his weight on the tiny little day bed when she heard it groan as he climbed u
p. He leaned down and kissed her again, taking his time to lick and suck on her lips seductively. Then he slipped his mouth down her neck and chest and spent some time licking and nibbling on her nipples. One of his hands went between her legs and she almost shot off the bed when he touched her overstimulated pussy. He sucked her breasts hard, making her nipples feel like they might pop while his fingers played up and down between her folds, stopping to pinch her clit every so often. She was ready to beg for him to fuck her again before he finally pulled back up on his own and shoved his now rock-hard cock into her.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist and held onto his shoulders with her hands while he fucked her. There was no slow and sweet to it. It was hard, fast, and oh so fucking delicious. It was only minutes before she was screaming out in wild orgasm, and it wasn’t long before he followed her.

  Chelsea only ended up with fifteen minutes to finish getting ready for work, but her day so far was going to be worth every hair out of place. Chopper was cleaned up and ready to take her by the time she was dressed. He dropped her off in front of the coffee shop, and he was about to tell her he wouldn’t leave until she was finished when he got a text message. He looked at it and drew his brows together.

  “Is something wrong?” she asked, hoping it wasn’t. The day had been too good. She didn’t want anything to ruin it.

  “No,” he said, looking up at her with a smile. Is that smile forced? “Dax needs me. Tigger will be here in a few to wait for you. He’ll be in the black van, so no worries if you see it sitting out here.”

  “Chopper…nothing’s wrong, promise?”

  “Of course. I’d tell you if it was. Thank you for today. I’ll see you tonight, okay?”

  She kissed him and went inside. A tickle of worry had invaded the feeling of utter joy she’d had just a few minutes ago, but she promised herself that she wasn’t going to let it grow and take over. Every time it tried, she would remind herself that Justice “Chopper” Crowley loved her, and she knew that would trump everything else.

  27

  Chopper rode to Back Bay in record time, gliding in and out of traffic, pissing people off to the point of being flipped off and honked at, but he couldn’t care less about any of them. Dax’s text said, “Meeting with Walton in half an hour. Garrett has video.” He understood that probably meant video of the evangelist and Chelsea, which made him sick to his stomach. But he knew she needed answers and she needed to be free of this shit hanging over her head so that she could move forward. He tried to concentrate on that and ignore the poisonous ball of anger collecting in his core and slowly being fed out to the rest of his body through his veins.

  As he drove up to the massive church that Chelsea had likened to the Astrodome, the anger spread quickly. This man lived off other people’s money, pretending to me a good person, an upstanding citizen, a God-fearing family man. People loved him, so much that they were going to vote for him to represent them in one of the most powerful positions in the state. He was handsome, rich, and charismatic and underneath all of that lived a demon who was pulling all of the strings. Sometimes when Chopper and his brothers got looks from people as they drove through town or walked into a business dressed in their gear with their Skulls colors proudly displayed, he wondered if they knew that greater evils walked among those dressed in Armani suits.

  He saw Dax’s bike and two others, and he parked next to them. As he was climbing off, the sound of Harleys behind him made him turn and he saw Cody, Jimmie, Gunner, and Zack riding in. Dax had called in all the big guns. This was serious. Chopper didn’t wait for the other guys. He went up to the main doors and pushed them open. He could see that Dax, Garrett, and Jigsaw had already been there for a while. What looked like steroid-infused bodyguards lay on their bellies in the floor with hands tied behind their backs, three of them as far as Chopper could see. Two men in black suits sat in the very front pew with their hands tied together with plastic cuffs. Dax was sitting in a chair up on the “altar” and Jigsaw and Garrett hovered over a chair not far from him. That chair held the evangelist himself. Walton looked like he’d been crying. His face was wet, and his eyes reddened. Chopper hoped he hadn’t gotten there too late to hear him beg for his life.

  “There he is now,” Dax said as he saw him come in. The evangelist looked up and Chopper could see the fear in his eyes. He wondered what Dax had told him and then realized he didn’t care. He was going to make sure that the demon’s fear wasn’t unwarranted. He strode up to the altar or stage or whatever the fuck a false prophet called it and stopped at the bottom of the three steps leading up to where the men were. He heard the other men come in behind them and saw Dax look in their direction. He’d ordered them to stay back without uttering a sound.

  “Glad you made it, Chop,” Dax said. “Just to catch you up, I got a call from Dorsey last night. Wayne was a little tougher than we gave him credit for. He’s recuperating, though, just in case anyone cares. Before he finally passed out he told Dorsey that the combination was to a locker at Penn Station.”

  “In New York?”

  “Yeah. He was worried that this…that Mr. Walton, or one of his other ‘high rollers’ might find it if it was here in Boston. But let’s go back a few years. This sick man right here was so intent on finding what he needed to satisfy his perversions that he went as far south in the city as he could, down to our territory. Somehow, he found Wayne, probably through word of mouth from one of the high rollers Wayne liked to brag about. They met, and Wayne assured him that he could satisfy any craving this deviant had, for enough cash. Walton was so incredibly focused on sexual gratification that he made the mistake of trusting a smalltime pimp on the Southside. For over a year, he visited Wayne, and Wayne made sure he left a happy man.” Dax didn’t say it, but Chopper heard “And Chelsea” in there. His stomach rolled at the thought of the pig in front of him even looking at her, much less touching her. “So, in the midst of his happy time there, Wayne got himself arrested. The wannabe congressman here went on with his life, probably annoyed and sexually frustrated, but continuing to pretend like he’d never met a man like Wayne much less done business with him. In the few years that passed in between, Mr. Walton celebrated thirty years of marriage, baptized his first grandchild right here on this altar, and threw his hat in the ring for that congressional seat. But what this greedy, perverted man didn’t bank on was that even in prison, you hear things.”

  “Wayne found out he was running for office.”

  “Yes, and Wayne is also a little smarter than we gave him credit for. He had a video this whole time that could have ruined this man, but he kept it under wraps until he saw that television commercial…you know the one, with Walton smiling and holding his grandbaby, with his arm around his wife and his daughter and son-in-law in the background. His son-in-law is studying to be a preacher, just like dear old Dad here. That commercial is so inspiring. It’s all about family values and cleaning up the vermin in the city so that good, decent, God-fearing people can take back their streets. I imagine Wayne Borba was laughing his ass off in his orange jumpsuit as he watched it. It didn’t take him long to do two things. The first one was to call his attorney and tell him he wanted a DNA test on the boy that he knew wasn’t his. The second was to call Mr. Walton here and tell him a story. See, in Wayne’s story, Chelsea was the one making the videotapes and he knew nothing of them until now. He called Mr. Walton as soon as he knew to warn him, out of the goodness of his heart.”

  Chopper snorted and at Walton he spat, “That’s why Dizzy was after her. You used her and now you were just going to kill her…you piece of shit!”

  “Yep,” Dax said. “He thought he’d just eliminate the source of the problem, but you got in the way of that, so he started putting the heat on Wayne again, or so he thought. Wayne hadn’t even worked up a sweat yet. He knew too much. He finally admitted to knowing where the tapes were and also where the combination to the safe was, but he wanted money, of course. Walton refused to pay him, so Wayne u
pped the ante and told him about the boy. He told him Chelsea thought Walton was the father and she planned to cash in on it. Wayne told him about his own pending DNA test and the upcoming court battle where Chelsea would be asked directly who fathered the kid, and she might be willing to announce it to the world. I bet you pissed your pants, didn’t you, old man?” When Walton didn’t respond Dax said, “Garrett found out that Mr. Walton hired someone else to go after Chelsea. He was all set up, in that old granary building across from her apartment building with a high-powered rifle and scope…”

  “Fuck! When was this?” Chopper’s heart was racing. He’d left her in Tigger’s hands.

  “It’s okay, Chop. It was last night, and Garrett had him out of there before you and she showed up this morning. But not before the guy begged for his life and fingered Walton. He got fifteen grand up front. Still had the money on him as a matter of fact.” Dax looked Walton in the eyes and said, “Thanks for the donation to our teen center, by the way.” Walton narrowed his eyes slightly and Dax smiled. “I saved you the other fifteen you were supposed to pay the guy when the job was done. I’d think you would want to thank me, but whatever. So anyways, Jigsaw was in New York early this morning armed with the numbers from the sketch and another number Garrett found when he had an army buddy enlarge it…the locker number.” Dax reached down and picked up a small leather backpack. Holding it up so that Walton could see it he said, “Now, it’s all up to you, Chop. What shall we do with this evidence…and this piece of vermin that’s ruining our fine city?”