“Just do it. Why do you question everything?”
“Says the chick who does the same,” he retorted, standing and going to the bed to do as she asked. “My questions keep my ass alive.”
A moment later, she crawled next to him, leaned over and placed her mouth on his. Her slow, thoughtful kiss sent desire straight to his already aching dick. For most of the night, since they’d arrived, the motherfucker had been half hard. Now, it stood at attention.
Bunny’s lips were so soft and the hesitant warmth of her tongue as she changed their kiss from chaste to passionate made Digger thread his fingers through her hair and take over the kiss. Unlike her sweetness, he ravaged her mouth, his need to possess her overwhelming.
Thrusting his hard cock against her belly, he groaned and flipped her onto her back, sliding his tongue along her throat, frustrated by the sweatshirt she wore.
Instead of allowing him to lift the material, she turned her head away. “Wait, stop.”
Fuck him, those were the last fucking words he wanted to hear, but he pulled away instantly and flopped onto his back. “This motherfucker didn’t just stop me now,” he mumbled, jerking when he felt her fingers at his fly.
She took his dick into her hand. Stared at it. Then at him, before studying it again, offering distracted strokes and fingering the pre-cum leaking from him.
Without warning, she dipped her head and took him into her mouth. He shuddered at the feel of her lips wrapped around his cock. Somewhere, he swore she’d fucking told him she didn’t like sucking dick. Whatever in fuck made her blow him, he thanked.
Moaning, he fisted her hair into his hands and watched her. She was so fucking skilled, he couldn’t imagine why she didn’t like to give head. When she lapped at his cock head and tongued the underside, he decided he’d walk across fucking water to get his dick in her mouth.
His body stiffened and his back arched as his release flooded from him. She immediately pulled away, ran to the table where napkins were located and covered her mouth to spit.
He collapsed against the bed. “You could make a fucking living sucking dick.”
“I did.”
Fuck, he’d forgotten her days as a stripper-slash-whore. Judging from the tone of her voice, it was a sore spot with her. Bunny had been mostly a mystery to him. He suspected to most of the brothers. Now, Digger knew her. Knew what she’d faced. Her mother enjoyed throwing her past in her face and he bet Trader had held it over her head and threatened her with exposure. Presenting her to the brothers as a whore would’ve made her little better than club ass. She wasn’t an attorney like Kendall nor did she have a crazy fucking killer as her old man.
Only a woman beater.
Whether they were good or bad, thoughts of Trader made Bunny think of her youthful indiscretions and fucked with her head.
Digger vowed to protect Bunny from any-and-everybody, and he’d start right after he met his fate head-on in the form Outlaw. The man who’d assisted his escape.
At the thought, his heart beat a little faster and his hope soared a little higher.
“I didn’t mean nothing by my comment about you making a living giving head.” He sat up, the relaxation he’d felt from coming slipping away at her sadness. “You did what you felt like you had to do. Even if I’d met you while you danced. I’ll bet you were still the cool chick you are now.”
“If you say so.”
She crawled into bed next to him and slid under the covers, her back to him.
Digger sighed. Sweet chicks were on the sensitive side and he really didn’t want her feelings to be hurt. He needed to understand why she’d sucked his dick, if she intended to withdraw from him.
“I can’t give you pussy right now and my kissing you made you a little frantic,” she answered after he questioned her. “I thought I’d help you along, since I started it to begin with.”
“Why’d you even kiss me?”
“Because I like kissing and I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a couple of days now.”
“Is it the dick sucking you don’t like? ‘Cause let me tell you, girl, you sure the fuck acted like you enjoyed it. Or is it the taste of cum that turns you off?”
Looking over her shoulder, she frowned. “I hate the taste of semen.”
“So if I’d pulled my cock out of your mouth and came on your cheek, maybe that would’ve been better?”
“Why my cheek?”
“Your fucking tits are covered. The only skin available is from your fucking neck up.”
“I’ve never tried it like that.”
“So motherfuckers always came in your mouth when you sucked dick?”
Too late, he realized his tone was sharper than necessary. It didn’t surprise him when she turned her head away again.
“Yes.”
Fuck, but he didn’t like that thought. Not because he saw her as a lesser person. It was knowing she hadn’t enjoyed doing it, which made it seem wrong. The problem was no one had forced her to do it, so he didn’t know what to say to her without it sounding as if he was condemning the choices she’d made when she’d been younger.
“If you ever take my dick in your mouth again, I promise I won’t come until I pull out.” Just, please, dear Jesus in heaven, let her do it again.
“I’ll think about it,” she mumbled, curling herself into a ball.
“Do that. Please?”
Silence and then, “So what are we? Lovers? Friends with benefits? Fuck buddies on the road?”
“Do you need a label on us right now?”
“I just want to know so I don’t expect too much.”
He winced at her answer. Where relationships and men were concerned, she was quite vulnerable.
“Are you in love with me?” he asked.
“No. No one falls in love after a few days.”
“It’s happened.”
She snorted. “Whatever. Are you in love with me?”
“No, but I told you I care about you and I want to be your man.”
“Why? Because I’m convenient and us being together will mean you’re not alone?”
“It’s because I like you.” Much easier to understand, since she’d seemed to have disregarded his more in-depth one.
Nodding, she didn’t answer and slowly drifted off to sleep.
Digger kissed the back of her head, impatient to get into her cunt. As soon as she was well enough, they’d have a fuck marathon. He was determined to erase Trader from Bunny’s memory.
He didn’t know his fate, only knew that Outlaw had taken care of him so he’d get to safety. He wanted to believe it had to do with him, instead of only Bunny. His bike was a beauty, an unnecessary gift on Outlaw’s part. But it made Digger believe he had a chance at a fresh start, not only at the club but in finding the love of a good woman.
It all clicked in his head. He’d had fucked-up ideas when he’d met Peyton, so it was fitting that she’d been a fucked-up bitch.
“Church adjoined,” Christopher declared, tired to his fucking bones as he banged the gavel and scowled when CJ yelled, “Ashfuck, Wye!” in reference to Zoann and Val’s son, Ryan.
The brothers laughed. On the other hand, Christopher didn’t find his son’s outburst so amusing right now. Megan would have his fucking ass. She hadn’t even wanted CJ to attend, but the brothers wanted to see his boy, in the wake of recent events. And it wasn’t as if he’d never brought his son to church.
He headed to where the little boys were wrestling on the floor.
“Remember, what I told you, Ryan?” Val called, laughing like a fucking lunatic. “Call him an assfuck back.”
As he reached Val, Christopher thumped him on the side of the head. “Shut the fuck up, motherfucker,” he growled.
“Ow,” Val whined, rubbing his head.
“Yo, CJ!” Christopher called even as he broke the wrestling match up and scooped his son into his arms. “I’m sendin’ you fuckin’ home to your ma. I fuckin’ told you to be-fuckin-have.”
“CJ mean,” Ryan said hoarsely and sniffled, as silent tears ran down CJ’s cheeks.
“Do you need anything, Outlaw?” a female voice asked before Christopher formulated a response to his nephew’s words.
He glanced at the girl with a shock of white-blonde hair and a lewd smile on her wide mouth. More bitches were parading from the kitchen, all in their normal keyhole thongs and high heels. The Bobs and their fucking friends were on hand to serve the club members who’d come in from near and far in the wake of all that had happened.
“Can I have a plate of food, sweetheart?” Johnnie asked, standing on the other side of Val, next to Mort.
“Make that two plates,” Val added, bringing Ryan over to him.
“Hungry, ‘Law,” CJ said, staring at the whore’s exposed tits. His boy talked like a motherfucker. That meant Megan would hear all about this nearly naked bitch right near their son.
Fuck it. If he’d get a fucking earful from her, he might as well do it on a full fucking stomach. “Bring six fuckin’ plates to that table, babe,” he said, pointing to his normal table in the corner, a prime location to monitor everything.
He headed to the table, still carrying his son. Before he dropped into his seat, he sat CJ on the chair nearest him and then waited until the others had sat as well.
“Listen up, you two,” he started, glancing between CJ and Ryan. “Wrestlin’ okay if it’s a fuckin’ game, but it ain’t okay as a fuckin-fight-in-fuckin-disguise. You two the fuckin’ oldest outta all the kids and I fuckin’ expect better fights. That shit set a bad fuckin’ example for them other ones.”
Although if he wanted to be honest, he knew CJ took no fucking prisoners. Either the other children kept the fuck up or suffered the fucking consequences. That was one reason his boy adored Harley so much. She was fucking hell on wheels already.
However, he couldn’t fucking single either CJ or Ryan out in front of each other. He didn’t want either of them to feel fucking bad or develop some type of complex.
“Good fuckin’ leaders don’t pick fuckin’ fights just fuckin’ because.” Words for CJ’s benefit. “But they don’t cower to no motherfuckers either.” For Ryan. “Either way can get you fuckin’ killed. More fuckin’ important? You two fuckin’ family. You look out for each other, especially around other motherfuckers. You stand together through thick and fuckin’ thin. Hear me?”
Ryan nodded his head vigorously, while CJ said, “Yes, ‘Law.”
“You do realize these boys aren’t yet three?”
Ignoring John Boy, Christopher ruffled his son’s curls, as four girls swarmed their table. The white-haired chick thrust her tits into his face as she sat his plate down and glided her fingers through his hair.
He frowned at her, intending to tell her to move the fuck away.
“Tell MegAnn!” CJ yelled, glaring at the bitch before Christopher said a word.
Her brows snapped together and she opened her mouth to speak.
“I fuckin’ suggest before I toss you the fuck out for openin’ your fuckin’ mouth to my kid, you walk the fuck away. You come back to this fuckin’ table for any fuckin’ reason, you keep your motherfuckin’ hands to your fuckin’ self.”
She glanced at him through her lashes. “I didn’t mean any harm,” she said sweetly. “I’m a new Bob and—”
“New, huh?” he grunted, biting into his slice of brisket before setting the meat down and sliding CJ’s plate to him, so he could cut the beef into small pieces. “Well, let me clue your new fuckin’ ass in, babe.” He finished with his boy’s food first before staring into her gray eyes. “Don’t fuckin’ put your goddamn hands on me.” He raised up his wedding ring. “You fuck with me, that mean you fuckin’ with this, and that shit ain’t happenin’. Ever. I don’t know why the fuck Arrow…”
It hit him. Arrow hadn’t had a chance to tell any new bitches much before he’d been killed. They’d acquired six new girls to replace the half-dozen who no longer wanted to associate with them because of the threat posed by Sharper.
“Forget ‘bout it, babe,” he said quietly. Him and Arrow had never particularly gotten along, but the man had been K-P’s kid brother and loyal to the club. He was just a shit-stirrer who could be a pain in the ass sometimes. He was a lifer gone nomad. Now, a Freebird. “You fuckin’ know now. Okay?”
Dismissing her, he begin to eat, not paying much attention to Val, Johnnie, and Mort’s conversation.
Six days had passed since his sisters and nieces were killed, and four days since he’d lost his fucking mind and went on a fucking crying-bitch party that appalled him to his fucking soul.
Despite the faith Megan had in him and his abilities to run his club, he no longer had the faith in himself. As dis-fucking-gusted as he was over that realization, it was the truth. Whatever else he’d gone through in his life, he’d fucking never once questioned his leadership capabilities.
Okay, so that was a motherfucking lie, but he’d never questioned it to the fucking extent he did now.
Church had lasted most of the fucking day. There’d been so fucking much on the agenda. The hydro-grow distribution. Financial reports from the legitimate businesses. Monetary disbursement. Sharper’s attack on the club. Fuck, the motherfucker’s “death” that Christopher still didn’t fucking believe, despite every-fucking-body else believing it. Digger, and Christopher’s decision to hear the stupid assfuck out before deciding whether or not to blow him the fuck away.
Despite those topics, his boy had been the star of the meeting. CJ wasn’t shy by any means, so he’d eaten the fucking attention up.
What Christopher hadn’t brought up was his resignation. Megan insisted he needed shit to settle down before he made the announcement and threatened to punch him in the nose if he acted now.
After he’d promised not to be an assfuck to her, they’d gotten into a huge fucking argument early this morning.
“Deel!” CJ squealed around a mouthful of food, his lips and chin greasy from the brisket and barbeque sauce.
Diesel approached the table, his wide eyes roaming from naked-tittied bitch to naked-tittied bitch. After receiving greetings from everyone, he focused on Christopher. “Meggie was wondering if the meeting was over.”
Belching, Christopher wiped his mouth with a paper napkin. “Why the fuck she ain’t called and asked me her-fuckin-self?”
The kid shrugged. “I volunteered.”
She was pouting. That’s what the fuck that meant. “The meetin’ over,” he said flatly, unable to believe Megan wasn’t supporting his decision to leave his club.
“She wants me to bring CJ to her. She said he’s probably tired after not having his afternoon nap.”
“CJ, your ma wantcha home.” He stood and lifted his boy out of the chair. “Be-fuckin-have, cuz she still not all well.”
“Ryan, go with CJ and Diesel,” Val instructed. The little boy yanked out the napkin he’d stuffed in front of his shirt, threw it aside, then hopped to his feet.
“Fuck, Prez, but Arrow got some pretty ass bitches again,” Mort grumbled, his head craning in all directions to look at the women. Now that the food was served, some of the girls were settling in at various brothers’ tables.
Arms folded, Johnnie glanced over his shoulder. “Motherfucker had a sense of humor,” he said, nodding to a tall, busty redhead.
“Could be just a fuckin’ coincidence,” Christopher offered, pulling out his smokes. He lit one up, then handed the pack to Val. “But you fuckin’ right. He found some fucked-up shit funny.”
He wouldn’t put it past Arrow to have gotten the redhead to fuck with Johnnie. Not to make him cheat on Kendall, but rather to taunt him with the knowledge of what his life had been like pre-Kendall.
“You think Little Man telling on you?” Val asked with a sm
irk.
“Fuck, yeah,” Christopher said with a sigh. Megan trusted him, but it stil aggravated the fuck out of her when bitches offered pussy to him.
Val puffed on his cigarette. “Then why didn’t you tell him that was a secret between men?”
“Cuz, number fuckin’ one, fuckhead, my boy ain’t no goddamn man. Number fuckin’ two, that mean lyin’ to his ma and that shit ain’t ever happenin’. My kids respectin’ their mama or I’m kickin’ their fuckin’ asses and if they lyin’ to Megan, they ain’t fuckin’ respectin’ her.”
“Me and my boys keep secrets from Zoann all the time, Outlaw.”
“Cuz you a stupid motherfucker. That shit on you. As long as it ain’t hurtin’ Bitsy, I ain’t got fuck-all to say.”
“Hurtin’ her? Like fuckin’ other bitches?”
He nodded.
“Outlaw, fuck, you know I’m not doing anything to fuck up with Zoann. I’m just talking about shit like Ryan getting my tablet to play a fucking game and pulling up a porn site. Or a few weeks ago when a girl offered to suck my cock. Me, Ryan, and Devon was at the fucking park and she was with two of her friends. They kept looking at me and my cut and my boys. Finally, the one who’d been staring the most came and offered to let her girlfriends look after the boys while she took me to her car and sucked me off because doing a biker was on her bucket list.”
Snickering, Christopher shook his head. Some shit never changed.
“Zoann would’ve fucking flipped,” Val went on. “I made the mistake of telling her about a similar event and she didn’t fucking talk to me for an entire fucking day. Like it’s my fault a bitch offer me pussy or want to give me head. So, yeah, I told Ryan there was some shit that was better if their mommie didn’t know.”
“Bitch-ass,” Mort said with a short chuckle. “Chester would kick you in the fucking dick. That’s why you told Ryan and Devon to keep your secret.”
“I agree,” Johnnie said. “It wasn’t to spare her hurt feelings, but your whipped ass.”
“Fuck off, cunt licker,” Val growled, his frown darkening when they all laughed.
A shadow bounced over the table, then quickly disappeared. Christopher jumped to his feet and headed for the hallway. Flipping on the light illuminated the area, and he found Dinah lurking in the shadows.
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