Tiny

by Sam Crescent

  “I’m good. We need the shit moving. I’m back to business. I fucked up, and I know that. I’m ready to prove myself. I’ve got your back.”

  “Good. Who wants to bow out of this run?” Tiny asked. He never forced any of his men to make a run with the drugs if they didn’t want to. They all pitched in on other jobs. The drug runs were more dangerous than anything else.

  No one put their hands up, not even Killer, which surprised him. The other man had been staying behind to date the other woman he’d seen hanging out with his daughter. With the shit happening in the last few months he didn’t know everything that was going on with his men. Tiny knew it was something he needed to change very soon.

  “Killer?” Tiny asked, singling him out.

  “Got nothing to stay behind for. I’ll be joining you and the rest of the crew.” Killer didn’t flinch or back down.

  “Fair enough. We leave on the seventh in the hope of getting the shit moved.” He slammed his hand down on the desk signaling the end of the conversation. The men got up leaving the room. The moment the door opened, Tiny got his first real glimpse of the pink. Even the air smelled like strawberries, vanilla, and honey. If his enemies were to see the club they’d be sure to be pissing themselves laughing at his club.

  “Do you think doing the shipment is wise? I can tell Ned to hold everything off,” Alex said.

  “No, we can’t wait.” Tiny stood then turned away to look out of the window. Something felt way off about everything that was happening. He couldn’t put his finger to it, only had a feeling deep in his gut telling him to watch his back. Tiny hadn’t felt this way in a long time. He couldn’t quite put his finger on the feeling, but he recognized it.

  “Think, Tiny. We’ve got a lot of enemies right about now. I know what you’re thinking about Nash and everything.” Alex stood beside him.

  “What are you thinking?” Tiny asked, curious to know.

  “The past can’t always stay buried. The past has a way of finding us.”

  He didn’t say anything to Alex’s words. His past was not shiny or even great, but it needed to stay in the fucking past. Tiny had done shit in his life he wasn’t proud of. The shit he’d done before forming The Skulls would have his daughter and Eva running in the opposite direction. “Do you know anything?”

  “No, nothing has been found out, but you and I both know those two-bit crooks didn’t set for Fort Wills on their own. This town is bad news to our enemies. Someone was telling them what to do. Someone who knows us and how to get past us.”

  Tiny agreed. “Whoever is after us has been around home. They’ve seen us and watched us without any of us knowing it.”

  “We need to tell the others.”

  “Not yet. We will when the time is right.”

  “It’s your decision, Tiny. Know I’ll be here when you do.” Alex moved away from him. “Eva will leave if you don’t do something about it.”

  He froze, turning to look at the other man. “Why are you saying this shit to me?”

  “Patricia is dead. She died a long time ago. It’s time you moved on.”

  “She was your sister.”

  “And she’s my dead sister. I miss her, but it’s time to move on. Waiting around is never good news for a man. Fucking any woman with a warm hole is not going to satisfy you for long either.” Alex left the room after his words.

  What Alex didn’t know was Tiny hadn’t missed Patricia in a long time. Yes, he’d taken plenty of mourning, and he’d gone through a stage of hating himself and guilt. The ring he’d once worn was lying in a drawer at his home. Eva had been the one woman plaguing his thoughts for so long. She was living, breathing, and didn’t give him shit for being part of the club. Her attitude was always directed at him. There was nothing else he could do about Eva. The sound of the door opening followed by the feminine scent of strawberry swamped him. Evangeline Walker was a mixture of sweetness and tough bitch. In the last few months he’d seen more of the tough bitch than he had in the entire time he’d know her. It was like her father visited Fort Wills and reminded her of who she was. He loved both parts of her, and that was what scared him.

  “Are you hiding out in here?” Eva asked. Her voice went straight to his dick, and he was rock hard. The one time they’d been together he’d fucked it up. Tiny remembered every detail of their time together even down to collapsing afterwards beside her. It was not and never would be one of his finest moments. He hated every second of the memory. Tiny had treated sweet-butts better than he had Eva. The one chance he got with her and he’d blown it. He’d gotten her naked, thrust away, found climax in her sweet, tight cunt and fallen asleep afterwards. The memory alone made him feel fucking old.

  “I’m not hiding from anyone.” Closing his eyes, he took several deep breaths before giving Eva his attention. She wore a blue dress with a belt around her waist. The fabric pulled in at the waist and flared out at her hips. He didn’t know a dress could be so damn seductive and revealing while also covering up her flesh at the same time. Her tits were more than handfuls for him. Tiny recalled her large nipples, which budded when she was aroused. Fuck, his cock pressed against his jeans demanding attention.

  Her hair fell around her in waves in some kind of style. She looked sophisticated, beautiful, and everything he couldn’t have. Since finding out about her father, he found himself paying more attention to her. Eva was far out of his league even if her father ran an underground fighting ring.

  “Could have fooled me. Tate is buzzing with excitement out there. She needs her father. You’re going to be a granddaddy before long,” she said. Her hands were pressed together in front of her. He wondered what she would do if he pulled her into his arms and kissed her, messing up her outfit.

  “Don’t talk about me being a granddaddy.” Tiny shook his head hating the knowledge that he was getting old.

  “You’re going to be fifty years old in a few months, Tiny. You better get used to it. There will be a little baby calling you granddaddy, and you’ll love it.” Eva smiled, taking a step closer to him.

  “Are you going to be staying for that?” he asked.

  “For what?”

  “My birthday?” He didn’t give a fuck about his birthday. In the last few years Eva and Tate had celebrated the event with a cake, but he really didn’t care for it. Getting old was not fun at all. Every year he was reminded of how long he’d been fighting. What he was fighting, he didn’t know anymore. Fort Wills was safe. The past threat hadn’t risen up in the last twenty years. Tiny doubted anyone was going to come back now. Twenty years was a long fucking time to hold a grudge.

  “I don’t know. My dad’s coming to pick me up at the end of the week. I’ll be out of your hair in no time. You’re probably ready to get rid of me.” She smiled at him. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes.

  “You’re the one leaving. I’ve not showed you the door,” he said, hating the fact he couldn’t beg and wouldn’t beg for her to stay.

  ****

  Eva stared at him feeling the intensity of his gaze. Not once had he asked her to stay, and yet she knew it was what he wanted. They were not good for each other. The last few years had confirmed that for her. This game they played was only hurting the both of them. One of them needed to make it stop, and she was going to be the one to do it by leaving. Vegas was her safety ground. Her father would guarantee it.

  “Tiny, I’ve got to go.”

  If she didn’t get out of Fort Wills now then she never would. Eva knew in her heart she would let Tiny walk all over her simply to be near him. Her love of Tate was nothing compared to the feelings this man evoked within her. At times she thought she’d drown on her love for him. No man, not even Gavin, had made her feel this way.

  “No, you don’t.” He took a step closer, and now she had no choice but to back away. His presence alone made her feel like jelly. She took a step back, but Tiny kept on coming. Eva finally stopped with her back against the wall. His hands rested on either side of her head
. Tiny was taller than she was, even in her heels. The top of her head reached his chest, and she had no choice but to look up at him. His dark brown eyes, so like Tate’s at times, stared down at her. Where Tate’s eyes were filled with innocence Tiny’s eyes were filled with pain and power. This man knew what he was doing at all times. He had a past, and it was colorful in a bad way.

  “What are you doing?” She wasn’t afraid of Tiny. He’d done everything he could to protect her over the last few months. She’d been shot and hurt because of his club. No, Tiny wouldn’t hurt her, but his enemies would.

  “Nothing you don’t want.” He leaned in close. His breath fanned across her face. She smelled the mints he kept inside his drawer.

  Eva kept quiet waiting for his next move. His lips brushed across hers, and she jerked back. She stopped herself from slamming her head against the wall. The small touch was like a bolt of lightning through her body. Her cunt clenched as her nipples hardened becoming attuned to this man before her. He owned her responses. There was nothing else for her to do other than let go.

  The door to the room was closed, so no one would interrupt them. No one would dare interrupt them if they saw her enter.

  “Open for me,” he said.

  She opened her lips, and Tiny took the full opportunity, pressing his lips to hers. One of his hands fell behind her head cupping her. His kiss became firmer, more determined to get what he wanted. Eva had never been kissed like this. Their time in Vegas would never prepare anyone for this kind of possession.

  His tongue pressed to her lips, and she met him stroke for stroke. She could no longer keep her hands at her side. Running her fingers up his chest she circled the back of his neck, holding on. They moaned, smashing their lips together. The passion took over giving way to the never ending lust crashing through them. His cock pressed to her stomach making his arousal known.

  Her panties were soaked from the kiss he was giving her. There was nothing else for her to do other than give him everything. She felt his touch going under her dress pushing the fabric out of the way. Eva didn’t want to stop him. The heat threatened to burn her alive.

  When he picked her up she squealed shocked by how easily he moved her. In one smooth movement he placed her on the edge of his desk. He was fast, and he pushed her dress up to her waist before settling her back down again. The hard wood desk was cold underneath her ass. She gasped but couldn’t think as in the next second his palm was pressed between her thighs.

  “This doesn’t change anything,” she said, moaning.

  “Shut the fuck up.” He cut off her reply with his lips.

  Crying out, she flung her head back exposing her neck. Tiny bit down hard sucking on the flesh. She whimpered as an answering pulse went between her legs. He tore at her panties pulling them from her body.

  “Later, tomorrow, in a fucking month, I don’t care. We’ll deal with it then.” His fingers slid between her slit. He touched her clit, circling the nub before going down to her core. “I’ve got to have you. I need to wipe that fucking memory from your mind.”

  She knew what he meant. Their time together had been a disaster. Alcohol, anger, and lust didn’t make a good combination for either of them.

  “Open your legs wider,” he said, ordering her around. With the dress around her waist she was free to do as he asked.

  He sat down in his chair staring down at her exposed flesh. She was not into waxes or any fancy work down there. Eva trimmed her pubic hair.

  “So fucking pretty,” he said, staring at her.

  Tiny didn’t appear to be making a move. He sat in his chair staring at her.

  Licking her lips she felt the heat pool within her. He must see the evidence of her arousal. She was struggling to contain her begging.

  Within moments, he reached out stroking a finger up her thigh. He stood abruptly, and his hands were at the zipper behind her. Tiny took control removing the dress from her body followed by her bra. She couldn’t believe she was stood in his office at the club naked.

  He left her side to lock the door keeping the rest of the world out of sight. On his walk back to her she saw the evidence of his arousal pressing against his jeans. She folded her arms across her stomach becoming aware of how many other women he’d brought to this very room to fuck.

  Most of the women he’d taken had been slender and younger than she was. The women hanging around the club knew what the score was whereas she wasn’t one of them. She would never be a man’s casual screw.

  “Don’t think about them,” he said. “There’s no one here but you and me, Eva.” He cupped her cheek, tilting her head back. The blinds were still open with the sunlight shining through.

  When she opened her lips ready to dispute him, Tiny shocked her by pulling his shirt over his head. For a man approaching his fiftieth birthday he sure didn’t look like it. He wasn’t a spring chicken, but he’d aged well. The wrinkles at his eyes portrayed a wealth of knowledge to her. His muscles were thick from the hours he spent working out. She used to watch him work out amazed at his stamina. In many ways he reminded her of home. Before moving to Fort Wills she helped at the gym her father owned to train his fighters. She watched men work out on a daily basis. Eva knew Tiny would be shocked by how much she’d seen in her life. She had never been naive or innocent. Growing up around fighters took care of that. For the first few years of living here she had been able to feel innocent. The bikers were not as bad as the fighters she’d known. However, Tiny angered her so much she found it hard to keep that part hidden. With the alcohol flowing not long ago, she’d shown another part of herself, and from the way Tiny had been with her, he liked it.

  Ink coated his skin. She saw the names of Lash, Nash, Tate, and Patricia. Eva didn’t feel jealous of the names. They were all part of him. From the first moment they met there had been chemistry between them. She didn’t trust chemistry as she’d felt it once before and been burnt by it.

  The symbol of a skull was on his arm leading down to a snake. On another arm clouds and darkness coated his skin with his loved ones shining through. It was like their names were a light in the darkness. Every bit of ink told a tale, and she didn’t know every single story, only that each tattoo was part of him.

  “I can’t change my past,” he said.

  “I don’t expect you to.” She placed her palm on his chest feeling the heavy beat of his heart. When she could stand it no longer she moved her hand down to rest at the button of his jeans. “Just like you can’t change my past, Tiny. We all have them.”

  “You’ve got a past?” he asked, smirking. “I find that hard to believe. You’re too innocent for it, baby.”

  “You’d be surprised. You forget I grew up in Vegas with a fighter. I’ve got a past.” She flicked his button open before sliding his zipper down. “I’m not what you think I am.”

  “And what do I think you are?”

  Smiling, she went to her knees staring up at him from the floor. “You think I’m innocent. You think I need to be protected when the truth is, I don’t need anything, Tiny.” She pulled his jeans down to his ankles. He still wore boots stopping her progress. Eva didn’t care. She could do what she wanted with where his jeans stopped.

  “You need to be protected.”

  “No, I don’t.” She gripped his cock in her fist and stroked the tip with her thumb. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me or refuse to know, Tiny.”

  “You’re not made for this life.”

  “I grew up in a far harsher life.” Eva didn’t want to delve into her past. Leaning forward she licked the tip of his cock, which she’d been stroking seconds before. His salty pre-cum coated her tongue, and she swallowed him down. There was nothing to stop her. He let out a curse, but instead of pushing her away, his fingers sank into her hair. She’d never been good at keeping her hair bound to her head and loved keeping the length around her in wavy locks. Eva didn’t know what it was, but she loved the thought of him pulling on the length, hard and rough. Eve
rything about Tiny was rough with many hard edges making him the man he was. She also saw he had a past that he tried to hide from.

  No matter what he did, she knew deep in her heart she would never be afraid of him. Over the years they’d known each other he’d cursed, thrown things, and in all that time he’d never once raised his hand in order to hurt her. In her mind, Tiny was one of the good guys. Being raised alongside a load of underground fighters she’d seen her fair share of domestic problems. Fortunately, her father didn’t agree with violence against women, and the men rarely hurt a woman in front of her father while she was there. However, there were a few times she’s witnessed the violence a man could inflict on a woman.

  Tiny fisted her hair and pulled harshly. She released his cock only to stare up at him. “What the fuck are you doing to me?” he asked. His voice was gruff, and she could tell he was only just keeping his shit together.

  “I’m sucking your cock. Don’t you want me to?”

  “Where is this going to go? You’re going to leave at the end of the week.” He wouldn’t release her hair even as she tried to pull away from him. Tiny kept his grip firm, unrelenting in his possession.

  “I’m not sticking around. This is not good between us. It has never been good, not even in Vegas when we left this town behind.” Something changed in his eyes. She saw the multitude of emotions wash over him, and they seemed to vanish all at once. Nothing held him in place. Biting her lip, she fisted his length feeling him harden once again. They were not going to get another moment like this.

  He really was a magnificent specimen, and she didn’t want to miss a moment with him. The length had to be at least eight inches, if not more, and he was thick. No matter how many times she tried to get past their one time together, Eva wouldn’t forget how bad it had been. He hadn’t lasted longer than fifteen minutes, and most of them were spent pinning her to the bed because he had to fight her.