Batta: Blackwings MC - Devil Springs - Book Four

by Brooks, Teagan

  “Eww! Momma said I wasn’t supposed to touch my eyeball,” Jenna said.

  “She’s right. But, you’re not touching your eyeball; you’re touching someone else’s eyeball, and it’s only because you need to get away,” I explained.

  “Are you sure?”

  “I’m sure, but I’ll talk to your mom about it when class is over,” I offered.

  “Okay. Thank you, Miss Tay.”

  Fucking hell. I hid my grimace and forced a smile. “How about you two call me Coach?”

  “Okay, Coach,” Riley said immediately.

  “All right, let’s get back to it. One of you can practice the eye gouge on Grant and the other can practice on BOB.”

  As I suspected, Riley sauntered right up to Grant and perfectly executed the maneuver. “You’re going to have your hands full with her,” I told Savior.

  “I’ve heard that more times than I can count,” he confessed.

  “Good job, girls!! We’re going to take a quick break so you can use the bathroom and get a drink of water. Then, we’ll do some practice runs where Grant actually comes up and pretends to attack you.”

  I walked over and grabbed a bottle of water from my backpack while the girls ran off to the bathroom. When I stood and turned around, Trey was standing directly in front of me. His hands came around my waist and slid to my ass as he pulled me in for a quick kiss. Moving his lips to my neck, he asked against my skin, “What’re you up to now?”

  “Teaching some little girls how to kick some ass,” I said proudly.

  “Coach! We’re ready!” Riley shouted.

  “Go get ‘em, Coach,” Trey growled and slapped my ass.

  “Hey! Not in front of the kids!” I scolded.

  I climbed back into the ring with my eager students. “For this next part, Grant is going to try to attack you, and you’re going to use what you learned in the first part of class to defend yourself and get away. Do you want me to go first?”

  Jenna nodded, but Riley shook her head. “I wanna go first. Can I, Coach?”

  “Of course you can,” I said and gestured to the center of the ring.

  It was all I could do to contain my laughter when Grant dropped down and tried to run on his knees toward Riley. All humor vanished when Riley dropped to the floor and curled into a ball. Before anyone could get to her, Jenna flew across the ring, down slapped Grant, and followed up with a throat strike. Since Grant had been frozen in horror at Riley’s reaction, he was completely caught off guard by Jenna and legitimately fell over on his side.

  Savior swooped in and scooped Riley into his arms. “Are you okay, baby girl?”

  Riley pushed away from his chest and turned her head to Jenna with a proud smile on her face. “Told ya it would work. He didn’t even see you coming.”

  Grant sat up and pulled his helmet off. Chuckling, he glanced between both girls. “Y’all got me good.”

  Trey joined us in the ring. “What else did you girls learn tonight?”

  Riley and Jenna excitedly showed him all the moves we went over. I was beyond impressed with how well they recalled each move and the important points associated with each one.

  We practiced for another twenty minutes until Jenna’s mother arrived to pick her up. I walked right up to her and introduced myself before explaining Jenna’s concerns about touching eyeballs. She laughed and said she would make sure her daughter understood the difference. Then, she thanked me several times before finally taking her daughter home.

  “You know who that is, don’t you?” Trey asked.

  “Yeah, Jenna and her mother, Kim.”

  He nodded with a little smirk on his face. “Kim is Kennedy’s sister.”

  “And?” I asked.

  “I’m just surprised you volunteered to teach her niece how to defend herself when you have such a clear dislike of Kennedy.”

  I scoffed, genuinely offended. “It’s not the kid’s fault that her aunt can’t keep her boobs to herself. You can think what you want about me, but I would never hold the actions of one person against another person, especially a child.”

  I started to storm away from him, pissed off and a little hurt by his words. His big hand snagged my waist and pulled me back to him. “My bad, sugar tits. You’re one of a kind; I should know that by now. Let’s go back to your place and I’ll make it up to you.”

  26

  The next morning, Tatum was downstairs in the kitchen when I woke up, already dressed in her ever-present tank top and tactical pants. “Morning,” I rumbled and reached for the coffee pot.

  She briefly glanced up from her computer to greet me before her attention was right back on the screen.

  “You want to take a ride with me?”

  “When?” she asked distractedly.

  “Right now.”

  “Oh,” she said and closed the lid to her laptop. “Uh, sure. Let me grab another shirt.”

  When she returned, I downed the rest of my coffee and headed out the door. She pulled her helmet on and climbed on the bike behind me. We rode for a little over an hour while I tried to decide if I was actually going to do it—take her to the one place I’d never taken anyone. “Fuck it,” I mumbled to myself and pointed my bike in the right direction.

  My gut tightened when I pulled onto the familiar street, and my forehead was covered in beads of sweat by the time I turned into the driveway.

  “Where are we?” Tatum asked when we came to a stop.

  I swallowed a few times and tried to clear the emotion from my throat. “My house.”

  “Your house? I thought you lived at the clubhouse.”

  “I do.”

  She cocked her head to the side and studied me. Stepping closer, she placed her hand on my chest. “This is your parents’ house,” she said knowingly.

  I stared at the house that was once my home. No one had been inside since the day Hawk Black locked it up right after my dad was sentenced, but it didn’t look that way from the outside. Hawk had arranged to have a service take care of the yard, and I’d continued doing the same when I turned eighteen and became the official owner of the property.

  “The last time I was here was the last time I saw my mother alive,” I told her.

  “You never came back?” she asked.

  I shook my head. “No, and I probably shouldn’t have come today.”

  “Why did you?”

  Tilting my head to the sky, I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. “I don’t know. I guess I wanted you to see it, so you could understand why I am the way I am when it comes to secrets and lies.”

  She remained silent while I glanced around the area and gathered my thoughts. Exhaling slowly, I pointed to the house that once belonged to Sarah and told her the story from the worst night of my life.

  She wrapped her arms around me and listened intently to every word I spoke.

  “Thank you for sharing this with me,” she said softly. “Do you want to go inside?”

  I shook my head and held up a key. “No, but I want you to. There’s a bookshelf in the living room with three photo albums on it. Will you get those and bring them to me?”

  “Of course. I’ll be right back,” she promised and took the key from my hand.

  I turned away and stared at the road. I couldn’t watch her open the door and enter my family’s home. I couldn’t risk the chance of catching a glimpse of the inside and seeing my old life frozen in time.

  Tatum didn’t waste any time. She was in and out of the house in a matter of minutes. “Here you go,” she said and handed the three albums to me.

  I ran my fingers over the front cover and stared reverently at the stack in my hand. The albums seemed much smaller than I remembered. “Thank you,” I rasped. “I’ve wanted these for a long time, but I couldn’t—”

  “You’re welcome,” she interrupted, and followed up with a soft kiss.

  I put the albums in my saddlebags and turned back to her. “You ready?”

  “If you are.”
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  I nodded slowly and let my eyes roam over the house one more time. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

  We rode for another half an hour before going back to her place. I knew visiting the house would stir up emotions that were probably best left buried, but I had no idea how much just standing outside in the yard would wreck me.

  I carried the albums upstairs to her bedroom and placed them on the dresser before dropping into the chair in the corner of the room and closing my eyes.

  She climbed into my lap and ran her hand over my cheek. “I know today was hard for you. What can I do to make it better?”

  “Give me your trust.”

  “Trey,” she said hesitantly. “I can’t tell you things about my job.”

  I shook my head and met her eyes. “I’m not talking about your job. I’m talking about you. We both know you could’ve gotten out of the restraints I used, but you chose not to. This will be different.”

  “Oh,” she said as realization dawned. After a few long moments, she finally said, “I want to, but I don’t know if I can.”

  “Why?” I would never hurt her, and I’d proven that many times since I met her. There had to be another reason behind her hesitation.

  “I emasculate most men. I’ve come to terms with that fact over the years and have no intentions of changing who I am to please others. But, there was a time in my life when I did doubt myself.” She paused and took in a deep breath. Slowly exhaling, she continued, “A guy I dated tried to prove his manhood by ‘putting me in my place.’”

  I immediately tensed, furious that some prick would put his hands on her. She gently placed her hand on my chest to calm me. “Let me finish. I defended myself and immediately ended the relationship. I didn’t really think anything of it other than I’d just picked a bad seed. But then it happened again. The second one had no problem telling me his reasoning when he tried to put his hands on me.”

  Tried. She said tried. I focused on that word as I tried to contain my anger. “Please tell me you kicked his ass.”

  She grinned. “Each one went to the hospital with a broken arm.”

  I leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “That’s my girl,” I said proudly. Leaning back, I met her eyes. “You’re one hell of a woman, a badass in every way, but you don’t emasculate me.”

  “I know.”

  “I have never put my hands on a woman in anger, and I never will,” I said vehemently.

  “I know.”

  “Good.” I placed a chaste kiss on her lips and started to get up.

  She pressed against my chest. “Wait.”

  “Yes?”

  “I trust you,” she said confidently.

  I studied her, finding nothing but complete honesty in her eyes. “I’m going to do whatever I want to you. I’m going to call you filthy names and spank your ass. You’ll be sore and covered in my come before I’m finished with you.”

  She shivered in my arms as her pupils dilated and her nipples turned to hard peaks beneath her thin tank top. “Okay,” she whispered.

  “Get naked and get on the bed. Don’t move until I get back,” I ordered.

  When I returned from getting the paracord I kept on my bike, she was on the bed with her arms above her head and her legs splayed wide open with her knees bent.

  “Very good, but I want you to sit up on your knees with your legs spread as wide as they’ll go.” She did as I asked and silently waited for more instructions.

  I pulled a chair in front of the bed and took a seat. Then, I pulled out her vibrator that I’d had since I had to collect her random list of shit and held it out to her. “I want to watch you fuck yourself like you would if no one was watching.”

  Her eyes filled with desire when she took the toy from my outstretched hand. “Do I have to stay in this position?”

  “No, you can move however you want as long as I can see your cunt.”

  She nodded and dropped the vibrator onto the bed. First, she started massaging her tits before she concentrated on toying with her nipples.

  “Can you suck your own nipples?”

  “I’ve never tried,” she breathed and lifted one tit to her mouth.

  “Nice,” I whispered. “Flick it with your tongue.”

  I almost came in my pants when she opened her mouth and lapped at her nipple with fervor.

  “How does that feel?”

  “It feels good. It’s making my pussy so wet. I want to touch it, to shove something in it.”

  “Do it. Fuck that pussy for me, you needy little slut.”

  She grabbed the toy, turned it on, and shoved it into her cunt, releasing a loud groan. Without my guidance, she started to fuck it, moving up and down like she was riding my cock.

  “Trey, oh, oh, please. Please hold it for me.”

  I knew I couldn’t get that close to her and keep myself in check. “No. You have two minutes to make yourself come, or you won’t be coming tonight.”

  “Fuck,” she cursed and fell onto her back. She used one hand to thrust the toy in and out of her channel while the other furiously rubbed her clit. Within thirty seconds, she exploded, coming with my name on her lips.

  The moment she was finished, I yanked the vibrator from her hands and tossed it across the room. Hoisting her to the top of the bed, I made quick work of securing her wrists to the headboard, much tighter than the previous times. I pulled my cock out and spit in my hand before I fisted it and pumped several times. With one knee on either side of her chest, I pushed her tits together and thrust my cock between the two luscious mounds. “I’ve been dying to fuck these tits,” I groaned.

  She watched my every move but didn’t utter a word. Her mouth was hanging open and her eyes were glazed over, likely still recovering from her orgasm.

  I didn’t try to fight it when I felt the tingle in my balls. Instead, I picked up the pace and took my cock in my hand to finish myself off so I could spray my come where I wanted it to go—all over her perky tits. After squeezing out the last dregs, I looked down at my work and proudly rubbed my seed into her skin. “Fuck you look good covered in me.”

  She smiled and relaxed back into the bed. “Oh, no, sugar tits, we’re just getting started.”

  With that, I moved back and grabbed the paracord. After securing both ankles to the headboard, I shoved two pillows under her ass, leaving her completely open and exposed for my ministrations.

  “This seems to be a favorite position for you,” she smarted.

  “Do I need to gag you?” I asked with an arched brow then shook my head. “No, I want to hear you beg for mercy.”

  She gasped in surprise, but I didn’t acknowledge it as I got off the bed and retrieved the bottle of olive oil I brought up when I got the paracord.

  Climbing back onto the bed, I looked down at the sight before me. Perfect tits, glistening cunt, and what I assumed was a virgin asshole. Dropping some oil onto my finger, I pressed it against her ass. “Anybody had you here?”

  She shook her head repeatedly. “No. You’re going to be the first.”

  I couldn’t stop myself from pressing my finger inside as I groaned. “Fuck yes, I am.”

  With that, I leaned down and sucked her clit into my mouth while I pumped my finger in and out of her tight hole. “Relax and let my finger fuck your ass.”

  Eventually, she did relax, and I added a second finger, scissoring the two to stretch her for me. All the while, I lapped and sucked at her clit, even biting it a time or two.

  I felt the walls of her pussy tighten and knew she was close to coming again. Before she could, I slipped a third finger into her ass. “Oh, fuck, Trey. It’s too much.”

  I continued to pump them in and out and lavish her clit. “Is it really? Or does your greedy cunt love it?”

  She was panting and fighting against the restraints. “Trey. I-I, oh, fuck.”

  The moment her cunt started to spasm, I pulled my fingers from her ass and filled it with my cock. She started to scream, but it died on her lips
when my fingers landed on her clit and started rubbing circles.

  “I’m gonna—”

  “You’re going to scream my name while your cunt comes from having your ass fucked by my big cock.”

  “Yes! Yes! Trey!”

  Seconds later, her orgasm hit, and her muscles started squeezing me, almost to the point of pain. Just when I thought I wouldn’t be able to take anymore, she relaxed. The built-up pressure relieved as my come shot out of me and my body was overcome with pleasure.

  Dropping my weight onto her, I kissed my way from her neck to her mouth. Once I was finished devouring her lips, I pressed my forehead to hers and looked deep into her warm, amber eyes. “Thank you,” I whispered.

  27

  Two weeks passed and with Josie not around as a reminder, I’d almost forgotten that Tatum was in Devil Springs on some kind of work assignment. During the week, she worked regular nine-to-five hours at the bookstore. Then, she spent the evenings and weekends with me. She even came and worked out at the gym a few nights when I volunteered to close for Savior because his baby girl was sick.

  However, I had an errand to run on Saturday, and she couldn’t come with me. Turns out, I didn’t need to worry about what to tell her. When I came downstairs, Tatum had her face buried in her laptop and didn’t seem like she would be coming up for air any time soon. After having a cup of coffee and a bite to eat, I told her, “I’ll be back in a few hours,” and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

  “Okay,” she mumbled and went right back to the screen, barely acknowledging me.

  I hated this particular ride, but I would have hated myself more for not taking it. I pulled into the lot and took a deep breath. I’d made the same trip hundreds of times, and it never got any easier.

  It was the same routine every single time. Very little had changed over the years. After going through multiple checks and locked doors, then waiting an additional thirty minutes, I was finally sitting in front of my father.

  “Hey, Dad,” I greeted and reached out to shake his hand. That was the only contact they would allow. The last time my dad hugged me was at the clubhouse right before he turned himself in. It didn’t matter how old I was or how many years had passed; it was one of the things I missed the most.