Valentine's Novella (Hades Hangmen #2.5)

by Tillie Cole

  Part I

  Welcome home

  Styx

  “Thank fuck we’re home,” I signed to Ky, AK, Tank, Hush and Cowboy as I slumped into a wooden chair in the bar. I checked down my body. My cut and arms were pitted with the scum off the road—the result of days cutting up asphalt.

  Ky signaled for one of the prospects to get us some much-needed liquor when Beauty came strutting through the main doors.

  Seeing Tank had returned, her face lit up and she practically body slammed Viking in the rush to claim her man…Vike who had his hand firmly shoved up some skanky slut’s dress.

  “What the fuck, Beauty!” Vike shouted, “I’d just sunk in three fingers!”

  Beauty stopped dead and shuddered, shooting him, and the slut, a pissy look. “Classy, Vike, real fuckin’ classy!”

  Vike flipped her off. “Fuck class. As long as it’s wet and hungry, that’s all I fuckin’ care ‘bout.”

  “Baby. Here. Now,” Tank said to his old lady, clicking his fingers and wearing a smirk. Beauty ran to slide on his lap and slammed her lips against his. After a few seconds it got real fucking awkward, but hell did it make me realize how much I’d missed Mae. Mae who would be back from church soon.

  Grabbing my keys, I looked to Ky, who was clearly thinking the same fucking thing about Lilah.

  He grabbed his keys too.

  AK, Hush and Cowboy started laughing at us racing to get home to our bitches. I flipped them off.

  Pussies… they were all whining immature pussies.

  As me and my VP stood, our chairs scraped back on the wooden floor, causing the whole fucking place to gape our way.

  “That eager to get all up in Li, VP?” Cowboy said with a smirk and Ky’s face flashed with fury. His eyes then dropped down and he adjusted the crotch of his leathers, all fury he was feeling now forgotten.

  “Fuck, don’t, I’ve already gone without my bitch for days and have the worst case of blue balls known to man. I’m packing fuckin’ cannonballs in here, loaded fuckin’ cannonballs!”

  Wiping my hand down my face, I signed, “I’m out,” and turned toward the door. Ky followed behind. But before we could get to the door, Beauty tore her mouth from Tank’s and suddenly gripped my arm.

  I slowly looked down, my face tight and eyebrows raised.

  Couldn’t they all just fuck off for one damn minute while I went home to see my woman?

  Beauty, the only damn old lady on Earth not to fear me, never even flinched at my pissed off scowl. Tank shifted on his seat below her. He could tell I didn’t have no time for any of her shit.

  I flicked my chin and cracked my neck, never taking my eyes from hers.

  Beauty rolled her eyes at me and looked from me to Ky and back again. “Do y’all need help organizing anything for tonight?”

  My eyebrows now pulled down in confusion. I looked over at Ky; the brother just shrugged.

  “What’s tonight?” Ky asked. Then I saw the confused faces of all the brother’s sat ‘round the table.

  Beauty sat up straighter and her mouth dropped open. “What’s tonight?What’s tonight?” she said stressing each word as she released my arm from her hand.

  Ky’s jaw clenched. “Was I not speaking fuckin’ English? What. The. Fuck. Is. Tonight?”

  Beauty glared at us in disappointment and shook her head.

  “Bitch, what the fuck is tonight! I ain’t got time for your games!” Ky shouted in exasperation. Beauty narrowed her eyes and got off Tank’s lap. The brother dropped his baldhead in his hands.

  Beauty put her hands on her hips and scowled. “It’s Valentine’s Day! February fourteenth! That’s what fuckin’ day it is!”

  Ky frowned in confusion… fuck, all us brothers did.

  “Who gives two shits about that?” I signed, and Ky translated in rote. My best friend nodded his head in agreement.

  Beauty stepped forward again. “Well y’all should!” She pointed at Ky, then me.

  “Why?” Ky asked.

  Her blue eyes flared. “Cause y’all are married and Styx is friggin’ engaged! Mae and Lilah deserve a beautiful Valentine’s Day, goddamnit!”

  Ky raked back his hair, shook his head and laughed. “Psht, bitch, Li and Mae won’t give two fucks about that. And we’re the fuckin’ Hangmen! What the fuck kinda pussy of an old man does something for Valentine’s Day? It’s only skinny pathetic pussies in high school trying to get laid who do that shit.”

  Beauty crossed her arms over her chest and dropped her mouth open. “Tank does! Every year my baby does something romantic for me. I’m telling y’all now, he ain’t no pathetic pussy and he get’s laid plenty!” she shrilled.

  The club went silent and we all looked to Tank. His head was still in his hands and he groaned… loudly, before grabbing Beauty’s arm and pulling her back down onto his lap.

  “Beauty, did you have to tell ‘em that?” he asked her tightly.

  We all gaped at the ex-Nazi in shock.

  Vike came strutting behind us, a shit-eating grin on his face. He’d obviously heard Beauty and stopped right behind Tank. Vike immediately reached down over Tank and grabbed Tank’s dick, pushing Beauty to stand up off his lap.

  Tank jumped to his feet and Vike held up his hands, blowing him a kiss.

  “What the fuck, Vike!” Tank shouted. Beauty held her man back, stopping him from murdering the redheaded freak.

  Vike shrugged. “Just checking your balls are still there. Wondered if Beauty had cut the fuckers off, and was wearing them as earrings.”

  Hush, AK and Cowboy burst out in laughter as Tank lunged for Vike. Vike jumped outta the way, flicking his pierced tongue out of his mouth.

  “You want balls?” Tank shouted and held his crotch high. “Get back here and I’ll show you who’s got balls!”

  Vike walked away, calling back, “Nah, thanks, Princess, not into getting buttfucked by men…” he stopped, turning his head and said, “But without balls, you’d probably bottom, right?” He pretended to think about it, then shook his head. “Nah, I’ll stick to club pussy.” He licked his fingers, the same fingers that’d been all up in a slut’s slit, and he groaned. “Yeah, cream just tastes too fuckin’ good to switch sides.”

  Vike walked away leaving Tank fucking raging on the spot.

  Beauty ignored Tank and turned back to us. “It’s Mae’s and Lilah’s first Valentine’s Day. If anyone needs spoiling by their men, it’s those two bitches.”

  My stomach tightened and I shifted my eyes to Ky. He was shaking his head slowly in my direction. “Styx, they ain’t gonna know what Valentine’s Day even is. And I don’t do this cheesy shit. Li and Mae will never know.”

  “Yes they will,” Beauty sang with a grin.

  “What,” I signed, my teeth clenched.

  “Why you’ve been away on your run, I’ve been telling them all about our holidays and celebrations. You know, what happens when, what gifts are given and when; most importantly, about Valentine’s Day.”

  I knew Ky was glaring daggers at Beauty. He had to be, ‘cause I was fucking glaring too.

  “Ahh, you should have seen them get all excited ‘bout it. Blushing so much at the idea that their men would buy them gifts and treat ‘em real special for the day. They didn’t believe that out here, fiancés and husbands do nice things for their partners to show them they are loved. The two of them didn’t say much, but I could tell by their reactions, you know, eyes shining with tears and such, that they couldn’t wait to see what y’all would do.”

  The mental image Beauty gave me of Mae smiling, of her fucking perfect face flushed and her wolf eyes fill
ing with tears while thinking of me, just about undid me. Ky shuffled on his feet drawing my attention, and I could see him take a deep swallow.

  Fuck, he was thinking about Lilah’s reaction too.

  We were so fucked.

  Such pussy-whipped fucks.

  Beauty’s face broke into a victorious smile at our expressions, and Ky slammed his hand on my shoulder.

  “Fuck man, we’re gonna have to be those pathetic assholes on prom night trying to get laid…” Ky’s face then changed in an instant; his eyes hooded and his teeth slowly raked over his bottom lip.

  Ky’s head snapped to Beauty and a slow knowing grin spread on her face.

  “Laid?” he asked. “Did you mention to Li ‘bout how Valentine’s Day ends with getting laid?”

  Beauty nodded, smiling wide. Tank wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, kissing up and down her neck.

  “How good of a fuck are we talking, on a scale of one to geyser?” Ky asked Tank.

  Beauty and Tank looked to each other then said in unison, “Geyser.”

  Ky’s head whipped to me. “I’m in. Pussy on prom night or not, I’m so fuckin’ in I’m all up in that shit.” He then looked back to Beauty. “But what the fuck do I—”

  Beauty broke away from Tank, her hand in the air. “I got y’all chocolates and flowers in the truck, but ya better come up with something special on your end too.”

  Ky’s eyes dipped down to the floor, then back up again. “Just leave that to me. I got something I’ve wanted to do with my woman for a helluva long time now.”

  Beauty reached up and planted a kiss on Ky’s cheek. “Yes! Lilah’s gonna love whatever you do! That girl worships the ground you walk on!”

  Beauty then looked to me.

  I then looked to Ky, who nodded his head meaningfully. “Geyser, brother, top of the fuckin’ scale laid!”

  “You’re a fuckin’ sex pest, Ky,” I signed, but the thought of having Mae underneath me, her pussy fisting my cock had my hands lifting of their own accord. “Just fuckin’ get me the damn chocolates and flowers. I’m in too,” I signed.

  Beauty squealed and threw her hands round my neck. “Mae’s gonna flip, Styx!” She then pulled back. “Are you gonna take her out or stay in?”

  I shrugged to indicate I didn’t know, when an idea suddenly came to me.

  “Yeah, we’re going out,” I instantly signed back.

  “Right, me and Tank will stay at your cabin to watch Maddie.”

  “We will?” Tank asked, shocked.

  “Yes, we will. We’ve had a bucket load of Valentine’s Days, this is their first. It’s special.”

  Tank looked pissed, but Beauty didn’t look like she gave a shit.

  Beauty’s cell went off and she pulled it out to check a text. “Letti and Bull have just picked Mae, Li and Madds up from church, that gives y’all about forty minutes to get showered and ready. I’ll take the chocolates and flowers to your cabins now.”

  Shaking my head in disbelief that I was actually doing this shit, I ignored the sniggers from my brothers in the bar, so not to ram my fist through all their faces. I quickly left the clubhouse, Ky right on my heels.

  As we stopped at our bikes, my VP looked straight at me and said, “You realize we’re the biggest fuckin’ pussies in the world by doing this shit, right? Those fuckers in there will never let us live it down.”

  I tipped my head back and sighed in agreement, but when Mae’s stunning fucking smile ran through my mind, I lowered my head.

  “Y-Y-Yeah, b-but I’d r-rather b-be p-p-pussy whipped with M-Mae, and d-doing this r-r-romance shit, than alone f-f-fucking sluts before p-passing out on m-m-my own.”

  Ky’s lips lifted into a cocky smirk and he pounded my fist. “Preach, brother!” He revved his Harley and threw me wink. “See you on the other side, Prez. I expect to have a limp dick for days after tonight.”

  Part II

  I only need you

  Ky

  I’d always been driven by my cock, and tonight was no exception… but this time it was with my wife, my fucking beautiful, means-everything-to-me wife that I hadn’t seen in days. Lots of long ass days spent cutting up road and camping next to Vike.

  No fucker deserved the punishment of sleeping next to Vike.

  If it hadn’t been for Beauty and this Valentine’s Day shit, then the minute Lilah got home I would have taken her into our bedroom, stripped her bare and not reappeared for… erm…’bout three fucking days.

  To be honest, my plan for tonight wasn’t much different. But Beauty telling me my woman blushed and tears filled her eyes at the thought of me doing something special for her, just for being my old lady, well that had me… hell, that fucking had me. There weren’t another woman on Earth that deserved to be celebrated more than my Li. And despite the fact I was a total sopping cunt in doing this shit, it was happening.

  Still dripping wet from the shower, I dressed in my only pair of sweats, then lit Lilah’s fucking frou-frou lavender-scented candles she has everywhere.

  I checked the clock; she’d be back in about ten minutes.

  Making sure our bedroom was straight, I ran down the stairs and opened the fridge, smiling as I got what I needed and brought it upstairs. I laid it all on the table next to the bed.

  I’d never pushed Lilah too far in bed, but the longer she was with me, the more relaxed she became, and tonight I wanted to take it, no, take us, to the next step.

  I wanted the motherfucking geyser.

  Raking my hands through my long hair and beard, I next brushed my teeth. Just as I was done, Bull’s truck pulled up outside and the front door creaked open.

  My heart raced as I heard Lilah’s heels click, then stop, on the wooden floor. I knew she’d stopped at the kitchen table.

  I wanted her up these stairs now… I’d missed her. No other woman in the world could make me feel like this. Just her, my perfect Li.

  Resting my hands on the back of my head, I couldn’t help but smile as I heard Lilah walk up the stairs. I could hear her sniffing and my stomach flipped.

  She was crying.

  It made me smile more knowing the reason why.

  “Ky?”

  Lilah’s soft voice drifted into the room and, when she slowly pushed open the door, I fucking melted.

  My old lady looked beautiful, the ends of her blond hair falling just below her ear on one side. And it was wavy, making her look like a new and improved Marilyn Monroe.

  Her blue eyes landed on me and tears spilled down her cheeks. She was gripping the flowers and chocolates to her chest, clutching onto them like they meant the world to her.

  “Ky, you are back…” she whispered and smiled so big, it almost blinded me.

  Opening my arms, I flicked my chin. “Get the fuck here, Li. Get those fuckin’ fat lips on mine.”

  Lilah ran into my arms and I held her tight, breathing in that vanilla scent on her skin. I wrapped my hand into her hair and closed my eyes. “Fuckin’ missed you, baby.”

  Lilah sniffed. “I have missed you too. I do not like it when you have to go away. I no longer feel complete without you here.”

  I couldn’t help but smile.

  Lilah pulled back and I ran my thumb down her cheek, pressing kisses down her long scar, before pressing her lips to mine.

  She groaned against my mouth.

  That was all it took.

  Pushing my tongue into Lilah’s mouth, I ran my hands down over her arms and finally gripped her ass, grinding her pussy against my stiff cock.

  Lilah whimpered.

  Turning us round, I guided her back to our bed. I needed to get her naked. I needed to get deep inside her.

  Just as Lilah was about to fall back onto our California King, she broke away and gasped. “Wait, baby…”

  Edging back, Lilah stepped out of my arms. Her big blues looked up at me, keeping me immobile.

  Lilah blushed an
d she held out the flowers and chocolates. “Did… did you get me these roses and chocolates?”

  “Yeah, baby. I did,” I replied, and inched forward again. I wanted that long white dress she wore touching the wooden floor… right fucking now!

  Lilah held out her hand to stop me. “Why?”

  I frowned. “Valentine’s Day.”

  It was my old lady’s turn to frown. “Valentine’s Day? What is that?”

  Realization hit… she knew nothing about fucking Valentine’s Day!

  I. Was. Gonna. Kill. Beauty.

  Clearing my throat, feeling like that pussy I kept banging on about, I shrugged. “A day when you show your old lady how much you love her. You know, give her gifts and all that sappy shit.”

  Lilah’s eyebrows began to rise and she blushed that fucking blush that always undid me. “You are gifting me these things to show me you love me?”

  “Yeah…” Feeling like a dumb fuck, I reared back shaking my head. “It’s stupid, just forget about it, yeah?”

  Lilah placed the roses and chocolates on the dresser and stepped closer to me. Her warm hands covered my cheeks forcing me to look up.

  “I am floored. I am humbled… I am honored that you would treat me with such high regard.”

  And just like that, I was back in.

  “Yeah, baby? Well that’s just the start.”

  Dipping her chin, Lilah blushed again, looking up at me through long dark lashes. “It is?”

  “Mmmhmm…” I moved forward, but Lilah stepped back again and I groaned. “What the fuck, Li?”

  Lilah glanced down, her cheeks on fire. “Then this is the reason Beauty had me wear this today? She was very insistent.”

  With shaking hands, Lilah reached up to the back zipper of her dress and pulled it down, the white material pooling on the floor. But my eyes, my fucking bulging eyes were glued to her perfect body… her perfect body wearing a pale blue bra and panty set, white stockings and garters. I almost came on the spot. The color of that set matched her eyes. And her tits… shit! Her fucking perfect fat tits…

  “Fuck… Li…” I groaned.

  She’d never worn anything like this for me. She’d never felt confident enough because of her scars.

  “Do you like it?” Li asked shyly as I stalked her; smirking as she backed up toward the bed.