by DD Prince
He thrust his hands into my hair. “I told you I get off on fighting with you.”
I blinked.
He brought my mouth to his and touched it softly. “No more fighting back tonight, though. The rest of tonight, you do what I say. The Beast wants to finish our game.”
I just stood there.
He grabbed my hand and walked me into the bedroom, past the holes in the walls, and he shut the door.
“Drop your jeans,” he ordered.
I stared.
“You wanna play or no?” he asked, with more than a hint of condescension. But strangely, I found it sexy.
I swallowed and then I unbuttoned them and pushed them down and stepped out of them.
“Shirt off,” he told me.
I threw my t-shirt over my head and tossed it at him. He caught the balled-up fabric and tossed it to the floor.
“Take your panties off,” he ordered.
I hooked my thumbs into the sides and peeled them down. I stepped out of them.
His eyes traveled the length of me.
“Get over here.”
“Can I take my socks off? So not sexy in just a pair of socks.”
“Yeah,” he said with a smirk, his eyes on my red pair of fluffy socks.
“Unless they’re thigh-highs. Now those look sexy,” I informed him.
“Get some of those,” he demanded.
“I’ve got some. I jerked my thumb behind my back. “In my suitcase. They’re white and sheer with little red hearts on them.” Pippa did good with the packing. Those socks had been packed with matching cheeky red panties and a matching bra.
“Fuck sakes...” he shook his head. “We’ll get to those later. First, get over here.”
I pulled my socks off and walked to him.
“On your knees, gorgeous. You’re gonna learn how The Beast likes to get his daily sesh of head.”
“Daily?” I choked.
He shrugged. “A guy can try.”
I giggled.
“Not jokin’ about getting on your knees, beautiful girl.”
I went down.
“Take him out.”
I undid his belt buckle and then his jeans, and there it was.
“Hey Beast,” I said, lifting it.
“Hey, beauty,” Rider said.
I looked up and smiled.
He winked.
“Kiss him right there.” He pointed to just below the crown, right at the studs.
I placed a kiss right there.
“Open your mouth.
I opened it.
“Look up at me. I wanna see obedience in your eyes.”
I looked up.
He shook his head slowly, with a look of approval though, and chewed his bottom lip.
“Flatten your tongue. Curve it up a little. Take it in, slow, grazing along the flat part of your tongue.”
I obeyed.
He moved forward and put the tip in my mouth. He glided in part way.
“Eyes up and on my face.”
I obeyed.
His hand moved to the back of my head. He went slow, half way in.
“Suck. Gentle. No biting.”
I obeyed. He was thrusting into my mouth a little bit, slowly, gently. And his face was lit with such sexiness, I felt the wetness increasing between my legs.
I reached up and grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands and went deeper.
“Yeah, baby.” His head went back and I saw a swallow move down his corded throat. “Ah. That’s good.”
I was doing good. And I was turned on.
I tried going deeper still, but then I gagged and he pulled back.
“Okay?”
I nodded and tried again. He took my hair into his fist and held it in a ponytail and moved my head a little. I was bobbing a bit, sucking a bit, and feeling it move in and out. He started to go a little bit faster.
“Open your throat. Try. Feel it open up.”
I stretched the muscles just under my jaw and I think it was working.
“Touch yourself,” he said.
I blinked.
“Put your fingers between your legs. Are you wet?”
I reached down and did as I was told. I was definitely wet.
“Rub your clit.”
My eyes rolled back as I did what I was told. Holy crap, this was hot.
“Don’t come.”
I jolted.
“Don’t come, gorgeous. Not yet. But keep rubbing.”
“Hm?” I asked around his dick. He kept pumping into my mouth, gently, his hand holding my hair.
“Keep rubbing.”
I whimpered. I was gonna come. I didn’t know how to not come with how worked up I was.
I started to tremble. He leaned over and grabbed my hand and pulled it away from between my legs, and this meant his cock wasn’t in reach of my mouth. And between my legs was practically buzzing.
I was so ready for that orgasm and to have it yanked away? I was trembling. He pulled me toward the bed and we tumbled down together. He flipped me and lay down on his back.
“Ride my face while you finish sucking off The Beast, baby. No directions. Just do what you wanna do on my face while it’s in your mouth. Lick, suck, bite, whatever. I’m ready to feel what you’re gonna give me. I want it all.”
I shakily climbed up and he sucked hard on my clit. Really hard. I started to shake.
“Get my cock in your mouth.” He slapped my ass.
I did what I was told. He sucked some more, and I rocked against his face, my knees dug into the mattress, and my mouth filled with Rider. And it only lasted about a minute before I was having what would’ve probably resembled a seizure. Because the orgasm was absolutely massive.
He came in my mouth and was so deep in there when he did that I didn’t have a chance to do anything but swallow it down.
Swallowing? Not my favorite. I usually wound up with it in my hair as I’d pull whoever out just as it started. If I wasn’t fast enough and ended up with a mouthful, I generally spat it onto the guy’s belly. That was why I’d recently adopted the suck a little / jerk off a lot mode. Less chances of a mouthful of jizz.
But, Rider had been so deep in my mouth that it literally just went right down. I had no choice but to swallow. And the sound he made? I decided maybe I didn’t hate giving head after all.
And then I told him that.
“Maybe I don’t hate giving head after all.”
And he laughed out loud. Really loud. And then he pulled me up, kissing me hard, deep, and passionately.
And we curled up together.
I wasn’t tired. I was awake. Sated. Way sated. But awake. With a bazillion things roaming around my brain.
“Lots of fun games, gorgeous. Not just the kinda game we played in the woods.”
I nodded, feeling a little bit better.
“Don’t keep doin’ that.”
“Doing what?”
“Looking for reasons we won’t work. Jenna. We’re workin’ great.”
“You hate drama.”
“Not with you.”
“And you don’t like vanilla.”
“You’re a whole lot more fun than vanilla, baby. And vanilla ain’t terrible. I just like more than the same flavor all the time.”
I sighed.
“And so do you, evidently.”
Yeah. Maybe. This was my thought, but I didn’t say it out loud.
He kissed my temple. “I’m gonna get in.”
“In?”
“Inside your walls, gorgeous.”
I cuddled into him and didn’t say anything in response. But, it felt really, really good that he said it.
“Sweet dreams, Rider.”
“Sweet dreams, gorgeous.”
“You too, Beast.” I cupped him between the legs.
He chuckled. “Don’t wake him up, unless you wanna deal with makin’ him tired again.”
I laughed. “Thanks for the warning.”
I guess I was a little
bit tired after all, because I fell asleep soon after.
And when I woke up, he was spooning me.
***
I turned over and stared at him for a few minutes after waking, thinking I needed to pee, but wanted to look at him for a few minutes before he woke.
He was sleeping naked. As was I. I looked over his ink, thinking about Luke “Lick” Hanson drawing all those tattoos on his skin.
He had a defined stomach. A sexy happy trail of dark hair that led downward to a very happy place that he appeared to spend some time grooming. He hadn’t shaved his face since the morning of the funeral, so his face was definitely sporting more than scruff, and it looked damn good, surprisingly based on my usual taste.
His ears were pierced but he had no jewelry in them. I could see his eyebrow was pierced, too, but he wore no earring there, either. Deacon had a barbell in his eyebrow. Spencer wore black studs in both ears.
Rider had a ring in his left nipple, though, and other than his dick piercing, it was the only jewelry he’d worn since we’d met.
I touched the ring protruding from his nipple with my finger. He stirred. And then I did it again. He grabbed for me, startling me, and then flipped me and filled me.
He was inside me before his eyes opened.
“Ah!” I gasped and then pulled my knees up, relishing the feeling of depth.
“Are you sleep-fucking me?” I asked.
“Mm,” his mouth moved to mine.
His phone was ringing from the floor, probably his jeans pocket. He ignored it and kept at me.
Five seconds after it stopped ringing, it started ringing again.
“Shit,” he grumbled, and sliding out of me, reached down to the floor and then answered it after saying, “Sorry, gorgeous. One sec.”
“This better be important,” was how he answered. And then he listened for a minute and then clipped an angry, “Fuck!” And I was on high alert, wondering what the heck was going on now.
“Yeah. Okay. I’ll be there as soon as I can,” he said and threw the phone to the bed and buried his face in my chest.
“What’s wrong?” I put my hands in his hair.
“Fuck,” he grumbled. I let go of his hair and he lifted up onto his knees.
“We gotta go to my mother. She’s been beaten up. Coupla brothers are there, but I’m the closest Valentine so I’m up.”
“Oh no. Who did it?”
“She’s not sayin’. She refuses to talk ‘till one of her kids get there.”
“Oh no. At least she can talk.”
“Yeah, it’d take more than getting slapped around for Shelly to be rendered speechless.”
Yikes.
“Where’s everyone?” I asked.
“Spence headed back to Aberdeen last night. Deacon’s in the Falls, but he’s in the thick of something. Dad’s not goin’ near Shelly right now. He asked me to go instead.”
I winced and got to my feet and we quickly got dressed and closed things up at the cabin and then we headed to his mother’s.
16
There were two cars and a bunch of motorcycles in the driveway when we got there, and when we got inside, I heard Shelly shouting.
“No! I want my sons. Alla them.” Shelly was practically screeching in her scratchy two-pack-a-day voice. It did not sound pretty. I rushed in behind Rider.
Blow, the one who’d be moving to Aberdeen to be VP, was there, as was Axel, and three other members I had seen, but couldn’t recall names of.
Shelly was in the family room, on the brown leather couch, two black eyes, bruises on her face, and she was holding her arm funny. The bikers were all standing, Blow standing right in front of her, looking like he was the one trying to reason with her.
The place had been spotless when we were here a few days before. Now, it looked like a cyclone had been through it. There were beer and booze bottles all over the coffee table. Overflowing ashtrays littered the place with the scents of stale cigarette smoke and skunky beer in the air. A big hole in the wall glared at us, and broken glass littered the hardwood floor outside the range of the area rug.
Blow, standing there in jeans, cowboy boots, and a denim Dominion Brotherhood vest, jerked his chin up at Rider and continued trying to reason with her. “Your arm is broken, Shell. You gotta go to the hospital.” He folded his bare arms across his chest, highlighting some seriously big ‘guns’. The guy had full colorful tattoo sleeves that reminded me of Rider’s, but they were in color. I wondered if Lick had done Blow’s tattoos, too.
“Ride,” she whimpered as we were moving into the room. Her whimper melted into a bit of a glare when she saw I was behind him.
“C’mon, Mom. Hospital first. We’ll go from there after.”
“Where’re your brothers? Are they comin’?”
“Me and Jenna were closest, so right now you got us. Let’s go.” He lifted her up carefully into his arms. She winced and held her arm protectively.
“My purse. My cigarettes,” she whined, motioning toward the table.
“I’ve got them,” I told her and lifted up the pack of cigarettes and the lighter. “Where’s your purse?”
She jerked her chin toward the big brown leather couch. I saw a black silver chained big hobo bag sitting on the floor beside it.
I grabbed it and we headed out the door. Rider put her in the front passenger seat of the borrowed SUV we had and buckled her in. I got into the back seat.
There were men getting on their motorcycles behind us and two of them followed us, two more got into a car and headed in the opposite direction.
“Who did this, Mom?” Rider demanded, seething with anger.
“Mantis,” she mumbled.
“When and why? Tell me the story.”
“There’s no story. I was having a little get together last night. He showed up, beat the shit outta me, and threw me at the wall, then left. I called Deacon. He didn’t answer. Called you. You didn’t answer. Obviously, you were caught up in her.”
The venom with which she said ‘her’ was…wow. This woman hated me, and she didn’t even know me.
She went on. “Spency has me blocked. Jojo answered her phone and sent Blow, till one of youze’d bother answerin’. Did yer father tell you all to ignore my calls?”
“No, Mom. He didn’t. We all have a lot goin’ on. In case you hadn’t heard.”
“You’re with your new piece, though, she’s not on lock down with yer sister, so obviously---”
“Do not fuckin’ call Jenna my new piece.”
My brows shot up. I stayed quiet in the back seat.
Shelly was quiet.
“Who else was there?” he demanded.
“Huh?” she asked.
“You said you were having a get together. Who was there when this went down?”
“No one,” she said kind of loud.
“What?” Rider was showing he was irritated. “Explain.”
“Explain what? Can I have one a my cigarettes?” she called over her shoulder, not very politely.
I scrambled and leaned up and then passed her the pack and her lighter.
She took them without acknowledging me and then struggled with one hand to get one out of the pack, her other arm sort of dangling uselessly.
“Want some help?” I leaned up between the seats.
“I got it,” she grumbled.
“Seatbelt on, gorgeous.” Rider ordered, reached over, took her pack, and tapped one out of the pack, lit it, and passed it to her.
I’d never seen him smoke. The easy way he did that, it was obvious he used to smoke.
I sat back and buckled in, then I cracked the window.
“Party was over. My friends’d gone. The Jackals must’ve been watchin’.” She puffed on her cigarette.
“When?” Rider demanded.
“Last night.”
“What time?”
“Around… I dunno; late. What the fuck, Ride? I wasn’t watchin’ the clock. I was getting’ thrown into a wall
in my livin’ room!”
I could see his eyes in the rearview mirror and they were so angry it made my blood chill.
We pulled off a main street onto a side road and then down another side road and finally pulled into hospital parking lot.
Two motorcycles had followed us. They pulled off towards a parking area while Rider pulled up to the door at the emergency entrance and said, “Can you get in there okay?”
“I can walk, yeah,” she muttered.
“Jenna,” Rider said, “You good to take her to the desk? I’ll park. Gotta make a few calls, talk to the brothers. Be in soon?”
I gave him a nod, grabbed my bag and Shelly’s bag, and jumped out.
I opened the door for her and held my hand out to assist her in getting out. She half glared at me, but took my hand and then let it go once she was standing. I glanced at him and his expression? Yikes.
I did not have a good feeling about this. Things were obviously about to be taken to the next level in this war between the Wyld Jackals and the Dominion Brotherhood. I closed the door and he drove off.
She took a few more puffs off her cigarette by the door and then dropped it on the ground and didn’t even bother crushing it with her heel before stepping in through the automatic door. I stepped back and stepped on it and then rushed in behind her.
***
It was fifteen minutes later, and I was sitting in a waiting area, watching her through the window while she smoked and seemed to be arguing with her son.
She’d talked to the triage nurse and I heard her say she “Just got beat up”. The nurse offered to call the police and Shelly waved her non-injured arm impatiently and said, “Just put my arm in a sling or whatever you gotta do so I can get outta here. Hate fuckin’ hospitals. Spent way too much time here lately.”
She was so scowly and angry that the triage nurse just got on with things. I was quiet, at her side.
“Are you next of kin?” The nurse had asked.
“No, she ain’t. My boy is out parkin’ the truck. He’ll be here in a minute. You wanna go sit?” She huffed at me. “You don’t need to hear my personal details, do ya?”
Awkwardly, I jolted. “I… I’ll just---”
“Leave my purse,” Shelly snapped. I’d put it on her lap and walked to the waiting area and sat.
The waiting area was big and filled with chairs all around the perimeter as well as a few clusters of chairs in the middle. It had a few televisions on, muted, but with news channels with subtitles on it. I could see out the windows that two of the bikers that had come with Rider were by a smoking shelter with him. They were smoking, and he was on his phone, pacing, while talking into the phone.
