Loaded (Reckless MC Opey Texas Chapter Book 4)

by KB Winters

  “Now,” she laughed and kissed her way up my body, licking a trail of heat from my balls to the tip of my cock. “You’re totally at my mercy.” She settled her knees on either side of my head and all I needed to do was flick my tongue out and the taste of her pussy slid down my throat. “Yes!”

  I closed my eyes and tasted her, every drop as it slid onto my tongue and down my throat, coating my lips and chin as she ground against me, taking her pleasure. My tongue slipped inside her pussy and her thighs tightened enough to make my vision turn dark around the edges.

  “Oh fuck, Wheeler! Yes!” She bent forward until our gazes connected and reached down to grab a handful of my hair, grinding intensely and allowing me to see exactly what she was feeling. “Yes,” she moaned again, sliding back and forth until my face was coated with her juices and my cock leaked onto my belly.

  Her orgasm was close, I could tell by the way her thigh muscles trembled and how her nails dug into my scalp as she tried to grab anything to keep her grounded as pleasure lifted her high in the air.

  “Uh-huh,” I grunted when she tried to lift off as the pleasure overwhelmed her, gripping her ass to hold her in place while I licked and sucked her beyond the point of pleasure. To the point where her cries turned agonizing and almost painful as her body vibrated with satisfaction. To the point where laughter bubbled out of her between convulsions.

  “Wheeler! God, yes! Oh yes!” She shook and fell forward before rolling to her side, heaving in several lungsful of air. “I need a moment to recover,” she panted. “But in the meantime,” she let her words trail off with a distracted grin as she kissed her way down my body, paying extra special attention to my cock.

  “Don’t tease me.”

  “I wouldn’t dream of it,” she said, wrapping a hand around my cock. “How do you like your cock sucked, Wheeler?” Her eyes were as playful as her tone, even the way she gripped me like an oversized lollipop, dipping her tongue into the slit on my cock head.

  “That’s a damn good start,” I somehow managed on a groan, doing my best to keep from thrusting deep into that hot wet mouth. “Again.” Heat flared in her eyes at the command and she obeyed. “Again,” I growled and again she obeyed, making my cock throb.

  In the next moment her full lips were wrapped around the tip of my cock, her dark gaze holding mine like a magnet as the O of her mouth slid down my cock until I hit the back of her throat. She moaned like she was enjoying this as much as I was, which wasn’t fucking possible.

  “You like that?” Her question came out breathless and proud, and then she went back to work before waiting for my answer.

  But I wasn’t fooled. Women these days loved to pretend they liked it rough, that a rough throat pounding turned them on as much as it did men. But when push came to shove, they never meant it. Not really. I flexed my hips up and slid my cock down her throat, a perfect way to test her commitment. “Yeah.”

  Her big brown eyes started to water. I waited for her to pull back, but she didn’t. Instead she swallowed around my cock, and I went temporarily blind.

  “Oh fuck,” I breathed. I looked down at her with a smile. Challenge accepted, babe.

  I sat up, resting one hand behind me and the other sifted through her hair until I had a good handful, holding her right where I wanted her as I slid my cock in and out of her mouth, deeper with every stroke. In an act of trust that nearly had me blowing my load, Annabelle put her hands behind her back, trusting me to make myself feel good without actually hurting her. She moaned and the vibration made my blood pulse.

  “Mmm, mmm.”

  My hips moved faster and faster as my cock disappeared down her throat, the slick sound of skin on skin making me harder as Annabelle swallowed. Again.

  “Fuck me!” I bellowed.

  She laughed and sucked which made my eyes cross, but when one hand fell from her back and landed between her legs and she let out that low moan, I lost my shit and tore my cock out of her mouth.

  “Fuck me, AB. I can’t wait to fuck your mouth again but right now I need to see how wet you got from sucking my cock.” I pulled her up the length of my body and rolled on top of her, flexing my hips so my cock rammed her clit over and over.

  “See for yourself,” she said on a sultry moan, rubbing two fingers across my lips so I could taste the musky sweetness of her pussy. “So, so wet.”

  Ah, fuck it, I loved it when she turned into a dirty little slut. Licking my lips with a groan, the head of my cock slipped into her opening, and fuck me, she was drenched and the scent of sex permeated the room.

  We fucked each other, hard and fast, frantic and almost out of control as we both chased our pleasure like they were our demons. I pounded hard and fast, and she arched into me, offering her sweet tits while I fucked her until my spine felt like it might crack apart.

  “Wheeler,” she moaned as she squirmed against me, digging her heels into my ass and clinging to my shoulders. “Oh, fuck, yes, Wheeler!”

  I gripped her tight, holding her still while I pounded hard and fast until her orgasm hit, pulsing around me in violent flutters, bringing me even closer to the edge. Then her pussy began to pulse in a steady stream as another orgasm hit, the friction of her slick pussy combined with her sweet cries, gave me a small shove so I teetered on the edge. And finally, a rush of liquid so loud and furious and sexy as hell, my own orgasm finally pushed us off the ledge together, tumbling in a haze of colors and cries of pleasure. “Oh, AB, fuck!”

  She continued to shiver and convulse even when I collapsed on top of her, her tight cunt still pulsing around my cock, sucking me dry.

  I barely rolled off of her before I passed out.

  Chapter Twelve

  Annabelle

  When I woke up, it wasn’t morning yet, not even close judging by how bright the moon was shining. My body hummed with pleasure and a lazy, satisfied grin crossed my face as I thought about how wild and sexy Wheeler had made me feel. How desired. How naughty I felt. It was the best sex of my life and surprisingly, Wheeler hadn’t bailed in the middle of the night.

  Behind me he slept soundly, his breathing even and deep with one arm draped over my waist. The nightmares seemed to be in hiding for the night, so I slid from his grasp, grabbed my robe and headed out of the bedroom, letting him soak up a few more hours of peaceful sleep.

  I scanned the living room and then the kitchen before grabbing a couple boxes from my utility closet, which I filled with supplies because I knew that whatever was happening, the Reckless Bastards would need my medical services. I packed gauze, antiseptic, needles, staples and anything else I might’ve needed to dress non-fatal wounds. When the boxes were full to my satisfaction, I shut them and stacked them beside the front door.

  Next, I went to my fridge and pulled out everything that could go bad, packing what I figured could be eaten and tossing leftovers that were probably already beyond their expiration date. Staying at the ranch wasn’t an ideal situation, but I made a promise to Peaches, so I pushed the doubts out of my mind and kept on moving, stopping only when the sound of Wheeler’s phone buzzing became too frequent to ignore.

  I wasn’t trying to butt into his business. I knew, as I crept over to his phone and jacket draped over the arm of the sofa, it could be anyone calling him this time of night. Including or maybe especially a woman in search of the good time he just gave me. I ignored the relief I felt at seeing Gunnar’s name and turned on my heels, heading right towards the big sexy man sleeping on my bedroom floor.

  He was on his back, the sheet resting dangerously low on his hips, just low enough that I could see those muscles that turned even the smartest girl’s brain to mush. The path of dark hair disappeared beneath the bulge in the sheet, a hint of the gleaming metal from the bottom of his leg.

  “Wheeler,” I whispered, keeping a few feet of distance between us at first. “Wheeler,” I called out to him a little louder this time, giving his shoulders a gentle shake. “Gunnar is calling you.” I held out his phone to h
im.

  His blue eyes snapped open, and he jackknifed into a sitting position in one second and had my body pinned beneath him in the next. He blinked and his eyes seemed focused as he stared down at me until I began to squirm.

  “Wheeler it’s me, Annabelle. Dr. Keyes.”

  “I know that, goddammit. Don’t ever wake me up like that. Got it?” His voice came out on a low, angry growl, and I nodded quickly, trying like hell to ignore the way his half erection pressed right between my thighs, adding delicious friction to my clit. Wheeler grunted when his cock landed on damp flesh, and I arched into him, silently begging for more. “Tease.”

  “Sorry.” I apologized instantly, remembering the real reason I was in here. “Gunnar’s been blowing up your phone.”

  It was just the distraction he and I both needed because it felt a little too intimate to wake up together, ready to fuck again so soon. He grabbed his phone and turned away, which gave me the perfect opportunity to start packing some clothes and toiletries, enough to last a week at least. I hoped to be back in my own bed by this time next week, so I moved quickly, before Wheeler turned back into the asshole version of himself.

  “Right, I’ll be there,” he growled angrily into the phone. “I said I’ll fuckin’ be there, didn’t I?” His footsteps sounded behind me. “We gotta go. Some shit’s gone down at the club.”

  I nodded, more than halfway finished packing. “There are boxes beside the door that need to go in your truck. If you get started on those, I’ll be finished in just a few minutes.” He looked like he wanted to argue, but still he hadn’t told me one damn thing about was going on or the danger it posed to me, so I ignored his stares until he walked away.

  When he returned I was giving the place one final glance.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  “Yep.” I handed him two bags of trash and grabbed my suitcase before pulling the door shut and locking it. I felt like someone was watching, but maybe I was being paranoid. Maybe knowing about the trouble simply made me more aware of it. Or too aware of it.

  We rode in total silence, not even the radio played until we turned under the Hardtail Ranch sign, and he said, “While you’re staying at the main house, we should keep our distance.”

  I snorted a laugh that was half bitter and half amused before sliding him a glance.

  “Afraid people might find out you actually like me? Don’t worry Wheeler, I’m sure I’ll find some way to survive without your cock. I mean I did manage to do it for decades of my life, not to mention those quiet periods when you don’t find me useful.”

  “Dammit, it’s not like that, Annabelle.” He seemed offended, but I wasn’t buying it. I knew Wheeler’s game because, like all addicts, he thought his problems and his pain were unique to him, somehow different or worse than everyone else’s.

  “Thanks for your help tonight, Wheeler.” I didn’t need one of his phony apologies, and I was getting sick as hell of his attitude after we had sex, like I’d somehow tricked him into doing something he didn’t want to, which was total bullshit.

  The car finally came to a stop right in front of the main house, gleaming now in the moonlight. He turned off the engine and spoke into the silence. “Listen, Annabelle.”

  Not interested in that shit. I pushed open the door and jumped out before he could say another word, tossing the last ten pain pills he would get from me on the passenger seat.

  “Take care of yourself Wheeler.”

  I grabbed my backpack, a suitcase and a box, knowing the rest of my belongings would make it inside by morning.

  As hard as it was, I didn’t look back at Wheeler once. Not until I was sure he’d gone to deal with whatever happened at their club. Then I went up to my temporary room and slowly mentally unpacked everything I’d learned in the past twelve hours while I literally unpacked my bags.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Wheeler

  “What the fuck happened?” After dropping the doc off at the main house, I gunned it across the property to The Barn Door, stopping only to get some backup ammo. Just in case it was needed. I found Ford slumped in the seat he rarely used because the damn kid was like a jacked up rabbit, excited, eager and deadly. But not now. The blood dripping from his head gave me some clue. “Well?”

  To his credit, the prospect tried to stand up because he was fresh from service and hadn’t lost the rigidity drilled into us from day one. But whatever had cracked him in the head, probably gave him a concussion, and he fell back in the chair.

  “Three masked gunmen. One cracked me in the head with the butt of his gun before I could tell them to get the fuck out. I blacked out instantly. Woke up to the sound of gunfire.”

  “Shit. Any casualties?” I braced myself for the answer, knowing that no matter what the answer was, I couldn’t lose my shit.

  “No.”

  I sucked in a deep breath, determined to stay calm as the words sank in. “What?”

  Ford’s mouth twisted into something like a grin and his massive shoulders rose and fell in a shrug. “I know, weird as fuck right? I’m happy about it but the Prez ain’t.”

  And that was just the reminder I needed to get my feet moving. “Make sure you get that head checked out before you even think of going to sleep, Prospect.”

  “I will,” he grumbled behind me, but I was already moving inside the club, scanning the room in search of the familiar faces of the Reckless Bastards. It wasn’t hard with all the overhead lights on, which on its own wasn’t weird.

  But to have so many people milling about in their sexy, kinky attire with the energy efficient lights burning bright overhead was…strange as fuck. It was unsettling, like somebody had invaded this space and made it feel unsafe.

  “Goddamn fuckers.” A quick look at the main bar to my right, and I spotted Saint frowning up at his girlfriend, Hazel, who was wrapping his arm. “What the fuck happened to you?”

  Saint’s gaze reluctantly left Hazel’s face. “Flying glass. I’m fine, Hazel is just being fussy.” The smile on his lips said he didn’t mind one bit. “I’m letting her because it’s her first shoot out.”

  “Asshole,” she muttered, smacking the bandage on his arm a little harder than she needed to. “We’re fine up here. Everyone’s a little shaken up so we’ve got shots of the good whiskey going around.”

  I nodded and kept moving through the crowd until I spotted Gunnar in the corner with the mayor of Opey. He caught my gaze and nodded toward the now empty dance cages that were usually suspended in the air. I made my way over, spotting Cruz along the way.

  “Three gunmen and no casualties?” That didn’t sit right with me. I was grateful but shit like this happened by design.

  Cruz shrugged. “They weren’t even trying to hit anyone, shooting up in the air like a bunch Nineties’ gangsters. Dumb fucks.” He shook his head and looked around the room at the club goers comforting each other. “I’m glad no one got hurt. There’s a lot of Texas society in here tonight.”

  I shrugged, taking his word for it. I made a promise to Gunnar as his number two, but I left the politicking to the rest of the MC. “Do you know who?”

  “Goddamn Diablos, that’s who.” Gunnar’s abrupt arrival and gruff words were no surprise. He loved this place and was determined to keep it safe. And clean. “It makes no fucking sense either. I remember those fucks, Beto and Juno is the small one, the leader. We scared them off, for good, I was sure and this shit,” he waved at the bullet holes dotting the ceiling and walls, “doesn’t make any fucking sense.”

  I looked closer at the walls, inspecting the holes that splashed in an arch. “Automatic weapons? They used automatic weapons and nobody got hurt.” This shit just got stranger and stranger. “Did they say anything?” Gangsters like the Diablos couldn’t help but brag. It was part of how they were built.

  “Nothing helpful. That’s why we were so eager to get a hold of you. Took a while,” he said, part pissed off and part fishing expedition.

  I shrugged. “You
know how women are when it comes to packing.” Hell I didn’t know what it meant, and it wasn’t true anyway, Annabelle had packed her shit the way she did everything, efficiently.

  Gunnar’s response was just a grunt. “I figured your particular skill set might produce better results than just beating the fuck out of them, as fun as that might be.” How he managed in a smile in the middle of this shit show, I had no clue.

  “How pissed is the mayor?”

  Surprise flickered in Gunnar’s eyes, which made Cruz snort beside me until I sent my elbow into his side. “Offered up the help of Opey PD if we choose to turn them in when we’re done with ’em. His words.”

  “I guess they really do things different down in Texas.” I enjoyed the smile for as long as it lasted, knowing that in a few moments I’d have to slide my game face on the way I always did before an interrogation. “Where are they?”

  “The black shed. Ford’s buddy Romeo is keeping an eye out.”

  “That fucker with the neck tattoo?” I wasn’t judging but he seemed an odd choice.

  “Yep. Former MP.”

  “Prospect material?”

  Gunnar shrugged. “We’ll see.”

  I gave a short nod, happy we were all caught up on that. “I’ll let you know what I find.”

  This part of the MC was no different from the Army, sliding every piece of me into different boxes so that only the basest, most primal part of me was left. The part that was good at his job. For me it was sharpshooting, languages and interrogation, and the part that would do anything to get a result.

  “I’m coming with you,” Cruz said, jumping in the passenger seat a moment before I took off. “Maybe I’ll pick up some skills.”

  The black shed was impossible to find at night unless you were looking for it, mostly because in addition to having a fresh coat of matte black paint on it, the damn thing was surrounded by dense trees and shrubs. It looked like a shitty little shed where cowboys could seek shelter from the rain. Inside, though, we had running water and a working drain. And a fresh coat of industrial paint. Extra glossy. “Stay close to the door.”