“Does that make you view this life differently? Does it make you resent what’s happening at all?”
She shook her head. “Not one damn bit. I love Cage with all my heart. With all my soul. And I know damn good and well that man would do anything to protect me. No matter what, he’d never betray me. He always believes the best of me. And he always has what’s best for me at the forefront of his mind. I couldn't have asked for a better man to come into my world. And from all of this, we’ve only gotten stronger.”
She looked over at me and there was a telling look in her eye. A look that told me I’d soon know how she felt. What she felt.
Which made me shake my head.
“I’m not this strong. I can’t do something like this,” I said.
“It’s not about doing. It’s about supporting. I support Cage and what he does and the lifestyle he’s chosen because I know he’s a good man. Because I know he means well, and I know he does what he does to protect me and the guys. Their decisions of the past don’t matter to me. And even if they were living that kind of lifestyle today, it still wouldn't matter.”
“It wouldn't to you?” I asked.
“A lot of things you think are important now start to not matter when you love someone.”
“You mean, like the basic law of the land?”
She laughed. “The only way I can describe it is like this: after growing up underneath the wing of an actual criminal—an actual psychopath—I find myself lucky to have fallen in love with such a normal, respectable, strong, incredible man. One who wants what’s best for me instead of constantly wanting to put a bullet in my head.”
“I suppose that would make a massive difference in how you see things.”
“And it will for you, eventually.”
“I mean, my father isn’t a criminal,” I said.
“I mean the ‘love’ part,” she said, smiling.
I rolled my eyes as I pushed myself out of bed, but I still didn’t feel secure in the pit of my gut. I still felt vulnerable. I still felt as if I lacked something I needed to not be lacking.
“I’m scared, Sutton,” I said softly.
“Have you ever shot a gun?” she asked.
I shook my head, and it prompted her to get out of bed.
“Okay, that’s the first thing we’re remedying. I think if you know how to use the firearms we’ve got strewn throughout this place, it’ll help build your confidence a bit,” she said.
“Shouldn’t we stay in here until the guys are done talking?” I asked.
“Trust me, I’ve seen those men talk for hours whenever they’re in meetings like this. Trust it, it’ll be fine. There’s shooting targets set up off to the side that the girls and I created so we could practice our own shooting. Our own aim. It’s time you had some lessons of your own.”
“All right, then. Lead the way.”
19
Bear
All of us took off, our hands at the guns on our hips. Bullets popped off as we rushed for the closets, grabbing as much ammunition as we could stuff into our pockets. I slipped a semi-automatic over my shoulder, the strap clinging to me much too tightly. And as we charged down the hallway, we took up our positions. Ready to defend this fortress with all our might.
“Hey! Guys! Hold up!” Brewer exclaimed.
We whipped our heads over to him as he jumped, pulling himself up to a small window on the side of the warehouse.
“Shit,” he hissed.
“What is it? How many are there?” Diesel asked.
He turned around with a scowl on his face before he busted into a grin.
“Sutton’s out there with Margot shooting bullets into the targets,” he said.
And it didn’t take anything else for me to take off running.
I rushed to the front of the building and ripped open the door. The sun was just cresting the horizon, over the treetops that sat in front of the warehouse across the street on the highway. I wrapped around the massive building as the gunshots rang out closer. And closer. And closer. Some of the guys were hot on my heels. Running with me to see what all the commotion was about.
I stopped at the corner of the warehouse, watching Sutton correct Margot’s stance. Watching her show Margot where the safety was. How to eject a magazine and slam another one in. She walked her through all the motions of a gun to prepare it for fire. Then, Margot let ‘er rip at the target.
And I was surprised at how many she sank into the target itself.
I mean, they were bullseye’s. But they weren’t flying into the woods, either. It was impressive, because I knew damn good and well how squirrely guns made Margot. I knew she’d never shot a gun in her life. That much was obvious from the look of concern on her face.
But the more she shot, the more confidence she seemed to garner.
I was in awe of that woman.
“She looks comfortable with it,” Cage said.
“She ever shot before?” Diesel asked.
“By the looks of that stance, not a chance,” Rock said.
The three of them approached me, wrapping around my body as we watched the girls work together.
“I never wanted this for her,” I murmured.
The three of them patted me on the back before they each heaved their own sigh.
“I know that feeling,” Cage said.
“Trust me, I get it,” Diesel said.
“Piper’s excited she’s here, though. I’m already getting text messages since the kids are up,” Rock said.
“That means we should probably put some silencers on that gun if—”
Cage chuckled as Sutton slid something out from the back of her pocket. She held it up for Margot, and I saw the two of them talking. It was a damn silencer, and it screwed perfectly onto the end of the barrel of the gun Margot held. I grinned brightly as Margot studied it, drinking in all Sutton had to say.
Then, she took aim for the first time without Sutton’s help.
And sank that fucking bullet right into the red.
“‘Atta, girl,” I said, smiling.
While I never wanted this life for her at all, it was comforting knowing she was a natural at shooting. I wasn’t sure how she felt about that, but we could unpack that at a later time. I walked toward the girls, watching Sutton find my eyes first. And after Margot emptied that magazine in and around the bullseye with a proud smile on her cheeks, Sutton slipped the gun out of her hand.
“You’re pretty good with that thing,” I said.
Margot whipped her head over and found me smiling, which eased her into one as well.
“Sutton figured it might be good for me to know how to shoot one. You know, basically work those things you’ve got lying around in there. Apparently,” she said.
She pointed to the gun wrapped around my body and I looked down. I quickly took it off and handed it to Sutton, sending it away with her as she walked toward the guys. I nodded my thanks to her, knowing damn good and well I’d need to find a way to repay her for all this. And as the sun slowly got hotter against our skin, I held out my hand.
“Ready to get a bit of sleep?” I asked.
“I’m not sure if I can sleep,” Margot said.
“Well, we can put on a movie and see what happens.”
She smiled brightly as she took my hand, then I led her back inside. The guys settled into their morning routine with the kids, and I chuckled as they ran out of their rooms. The women looked haggard. Ready for coffee. Like they hadn’t gotten much sleep at all. And I couldn't blame them. With the chaos of the church meeting and Margot coming back into the fold and then the gunshots on the side of the building, they were probably preparing for war while their kids slept soundly in their beds.
I’d have to find a way to apologize to all of them sooner rather than later.
We weaved our way silently through the hallways, moving by as kids ran past. Some of them begged for pancakes and some of them wanted apple juice. I could already smell the sweet smell of hon
ey-buttered toast as bacon started frying in a pan off in the distance. I wrapped my arm around Margot, leading her to the back of the warehouse.
We made our way into the bedroom and I closed the door.
Before locking it for good measure.
“So, what movie do you wanna watch?” Margot asked.
“Just turn on the television and pick something. I’m good with anything,” I said.
I stripped myself down to nothing but my boxers as she surfed through the movies on the streaming service Diesel hooked up throughout all the televisions in this place. I didn’t recognize the movie she chose, but I also didn’t care. I couldn't take my eyes off Margot wiggling out of her clothes, standing there in nothing but her panties and her bra. She looked marvelous. A vision, dripping in curves. The two of us hunkered down in bed, our eyes connected to the television as she snuggled in close to me.
But, all too soon, my hand began to wander.
It fell against her breast and I cupped it, massaging its voluptuous softness gently. Sighs left her lips. Soft sighs accompanied with soft moans as her nipple puckered. My cock was already hard. Feeling her warm softness enveloping me shot me through the roof. My hand slid up her chest, wrapping around her neck. And when she tilted her eyes up to meet mine, I captured her lips in a desperate kiss.
One that pulled a groan from the back of her throat.
“Mine,” I growled.
I sank her to the cushions of the bed, my cock hardening and growing to girths I’d never experienced before. I pawed at her body, unable to contain myself as she rolled against me. Undulating, and pulling me under with just the touch of her skin. Her fingertips slid along my back. Her hands rumbled over my muscles as sighs fell from her lips. I kissed along her neck. I nibbled her earlobe. I kissed the shell of her ear softly, her skin prickling against me. Her panties soaked themselves, filling the room with her wanton scent as I drew a sheet over our bodies.
Then, I pulled my cock out before sliding her panties off to the side.
“I need you, Bear,” she whispered.
And I answered in kind by sinking myself deeply into her wetness.
“Oh, fu—”
I cut off her statement with my lips, sliding my tongue down the back of her throat. I threaded our fingers together, pinning her hands above her head as our hips sat together. I rocked fluidly, meeting the rolling of her hips as her pussy engulfed me. Her juices soaked my boxers as they made their way down to my knees, my balls ready to be drenched in her.
And oh, how she soaked me.
“Bear. Bear. Bear. Yes. Oh, shit. So good. Fucking he—Bear!”
“I’ve got you, Margot. All of you. And if you want it, you can have me. All of me.”
“All of you. I want every—every par—oh, shit.”
Her sounds were miraculous. Her pussy throbbed around me in all the best ways. Her body massaged me as she trembled, open for my taking as my face fell into her cleavage. I kissed her tits. Nibbled on their excess. I nuzzled one of them out of her bra with my cheek, feeling her tremble at the softness of my beard. I wrapped my lips around her pert nipple, sucking on it and tugging it softly with my teeth.
And when she let out the sweetest moan I’d ever heard, my cock twitched against her walls.
“That’s it, Bear. That’s it. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
“I’ll never stop. I’ll never stop, Margot. Fucking hell, I love you.”
I pounded into her, jumping her tits in my face as I kept her pinned to the bed. The movie raged behind us, backdropping our sounds as the bed lurched with our motions. Her legs wrapped around me. Her hands clamped down tightly onto mine. Mocking the movements of her pussy as our tongues collided with passion. With lust.
With love.
And with a groan, Margot’s body arched.
“That’s it, gorgeous. Come for me,” I growled.
Her body pulled taut as I released her hands. She threw her arms around me, digging her nails into my back as I grunted. I rutted against her like a wild animal. Small, shallow thrusts as her pussy captured my cock within its tight embrace. Her juices sprayed against my balls. They drenched the bed beneath us. My face fell to the crook of her neck, kissing and sucking as my cock twitched again. She milked me for all I had. Her body quaked against me, shivering me to my core. And as her broken words fell from her lips, my body finally gave way to her.
“Oh fuck, Margot. Yeah,” I grunted.
Then, my cock began to pump.
One thread. Two threads. Three threads. And four. It kept going, and I kept coming. And Margot? Well, she kept swallowing. Her body drank me down as if I were its life force. Her pussy opened itself up to me, ready for me to fill it with the endless amount of love I had for her. I collapsed against her, my cock still twitching. My balls still emptying. The tip of my dick still coating her in my mark.
As I rested against her, her lips coated my shoulder in kisses. Her hands softly slid up and down my back. Her legs grew weak as my cock finally stopped pumping her full, our hearts beating rapidly against the other’s chest.
Then, her lips moved to my ear.
“I love you too, Bear,” she whispered.
With that phrase, I slipped away from her body. I pulled her to my chest, holding her as the mindless movie continued to play in the background. I wrapped myself around her, holding her as close to me as I could get her. Feeling her snuggle close.
And it didn’t take long for the two of us to slip into a deep slumber.
20
Margot
Bear twitched against me and it drew me out of sleep. I sighed and rolled over, wrapping my arm around him as I prepared myself to go back to sleep. But, when he quickly bolted upright in bed, my eyes flew open.
“Bear?” I asked, my voice hoarse.
“Shh,” he said curtly.
Then, I heard it.
The sounds of brush moving around outside.
“Stay here,” Bear commanded.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Just do as I say, Margot. Stay here,” he said.
I watched him get dressed quicker than I’d ever seen any man get dressed. He pulled out a pair of black boxers. Black jeans. A black shirt. It wasn’t until he pulled on his black boots that I realized what he thought was happening.
He thought someone was here.
“Bear, I’m sure you don’t need—”
“Put some clothes on and stay down. There’s a gun underneath the bed. A small case with ammunition in it. It’s a basic handgun, but if you need it—”
A knock came at the bedroom door, but it wasn’t just any knock. It had a rhythm to it. A cadence to it. Bear’s arms prickled. I literally saw the hairs on his strong arms stand on end as the cadence finished.
“Shit,” he hissed.
“What happened? Who was that?” I asked.
He sighed. “That was Diesel. He’s alerting me to the fact that I have to take up my station.”
“What does that mean?”
He cocked a gun out of nowhere before he tucked it behind his back. He pulled another gun out from his nightstand, holstering it at his side. He did that with two other guns before he dipped down, pulling out a suitcase from underneath the bed. He unlatched it, brought out the small handgun, then slid it to me along with three other magazines.
“It means we have intruders,” he said, his eyes burrowing into my face.
I leapt out of bed and scrambled to get clothes on myself. I ended up with a pair of jeans on, a tunic with no bra, and a pair of tennis shoes. I tucked my shirt in before sliding the gun around my back, like I saw Bear do. I slid the three magazines into my back pockets so I could easily access them. Then, another rhythmic knock came at the door. One that had a different cadence. A different code. A different sound to it altogether.
“That’s Rock. I have to go. Here’s what I want you to do, though. Get with the girls. Everyone has a part to play in all this. Piper will explain to you w
hat your role is in all this and where you need to be,” Bear said.
“I’m scared. What’s going on?” I asked.
He rushed to me and scooped me up, pressing a hot kiss against my lips.
“No matter what, nothing will happen to you tonight. You have my word,” he murmured.
Then, like lightning, he was out the door.
I stood there, paralyzed with fear before I could move. I slipped out of the bedroom and saw the girls rushing up and down the hallway. Brynn carried her two children against her, rushing them to a dark spot in the wall where they disappeared. Piper ushered three more children down the hallway, dragging along their stuffed animals and their blankets with their thumbs in their mouths.
“What’s going on?”
A small voice piped up beside me and I looked down. I saw a slightly older girl, maybe nine or ten, standing at my side. She was wrapped in a blanket and looked like the spitting image of her mother.
Makenna.
“Hey there, sweetheart. Come on. I have a special surprise for you,” I said.
I smiled at her as I held out my hand and she took it. I led her to where the girls were disappearing into the wall, only to come face to face with a set of stairs. I guided the small girl down them, listening as the women chattered to themselves. I heard them becoming frantic. I heard tears in their voices. And as I rounded the corner, Makenna squealed with delight.
“There you are!” she exclaimed.
The little girl took off running from my side and leapt into her mother’s arms. There was an entire room down here. One outfitted with bookshelves that lined the walls from top to bottom. There were couches and bean bag chairs. A couple of beds with tousled sheets. I watched Makenna walk her daughter through an entryway toward the back of the massive in-home library, where the rest of the children were gathered.
“It’s a panic room that was built for the children,” Piper said.
I whipped my head over to look at her as Makenna tucked her little girl into one of the many beds.
Dead Souls MC: Prospects Series Books 1-5 Page 27
