Tiny

by Sam Crescent

  “I want to feel you come on my dick,” Tiny said, growling against her neck. “Fuck.” He shouted the curse, which echoed off the walls. Crying out, she let herself go feeling her orgasm rage through her.

  Turning her onto her back, Tiny placed her in the center of the bed. He was still hard as rock. She couldn’t believe the stamina of the man.

  Opening her thighs wide, Tiny fisted his shaft before sliding back inside. She should have been embarrassed by how easily he stroked inside her.

  “I love how wet you are for me.” He took her hands within his, locking their fingers together. Tiny pressed them to the bed beside her head. She stared into his eyes as he tenderly started to make love to her. Leaning down he claimed her lips, plunging his tongue into her mouth. She moaned, opening her lips to receive him.

  “I fucking love you,” he said, biting down on her bottom lip. “I’ll never grow tired of this. You’re mine.”

  She didn’t know how long they lay on the bed as it felt like a lifetime to her. In his arms with his cock inside her and all of his attention focused on her Eva knew she could never walk away from him. Her path was melded with his.

  ****

  Tiny pushed inside her feeling the beginning of his orgasm. He wouldn’t close his eyes. More than anything he wanted to watch her come apart. Holding onto her hands he stared at the woman he loved with all of his heart. She took every part of him and never once let him get away with shit. Evangeline Walker was his soul mate. He felt it deep into his core.

  Pressing inside her one final time his cum erupted, filling her body with his seed. He closed his eyes, and memories of Eva swamped him. The seconds that passed were precious to him, and yet he worshipped every memory. The day Tate graduated and Eva stood by his side even though he was covered in dirt and grease from working. The times he’d gotten home from the club and she’d been there with a warm meal and smile. Even the times he got home after fucking a woman who wasn’t her and she’d screamed and raged at him.

  No, Eva was not a weak-willed woman. She was what he needed in a woman. When he needed to be taken care of and not have shit, Eva gave it to him. When he needed a kick up the ass, she gave it to him with equal measure. She made him earn her respect and attention. No other woman had made him fight for a crumb whereas Eva made him fight for a chance to be with her.

  He loved her with his whole heart, and he would sacrifice everything to keep her safe. His club meant the world to him, but Eva was his sanity.

  Collapsing against her he basked in her scent and the feel of her pussy fluttering around his length.

  “Tiny, baby, you’re squashing me,” Eva said, coughing.

  Moving to her side, Tiny stayed inside her not wanting to leave the warmth of her body. Releasing her hand, he leaned on one of his hands, and he caressed her face with the other.

  “Is it me, or did Tiny, the deadly leader of The Skulls, just make love to me?” she asked, smiling.

  Leaning down, he captured her lips and smiled. “Shh, don’t tell anyone. I’ve got a reputation to protect.”

  “I can only imagine what men would think of a guy who makes love and not fucks.”

  “Hey, I fucked your brains out, and I was being considerate to you, baby. I don’t want you all hurt.” Kissing her again, he chuckled at her moan. Her cunt tightened around his dick.

  Her fingers stroked up and down his arm. Sighing, he’d never felt so complete before in his life.

  Taking hold of one of her hands, he pressed a kiss to the finger that wore his band. “My ring looks good on you.”

  “Will you be willing to wear a ring from me?” she asked, smirking.

  “Baby, I’ll wear anything you give me with pride.”

  She giggled as he rubbed his nose against hers. “You’re just a big cuddly teddy bear.”

  Laughing, he locked their fingers together still with his head resting in his free hand. All the worries of the last forty-eight hours melted away. “Only with you, and don’t forget I can still bite.” He bit down on her nipple for good measure.

  Her giggling turned into a moan. He felt her pussy ripple around him as he tortured her bud.

  “I’ll get you a ring,” Eva said as he released her bud. Her hand tightened around his. “I need to make sure all those women swarming around you know you’re mine.”

  He nodded, thinking about Fort Wills. Tiny wondered what mess he would find when he returned. The compound was burned to the ground.

  “Just to warn you when I’m your woman I won’t be nice to the other bitches. They try it on with you, and they’ll answer to me. No cheating, no screwing around on me, Tiny.”

  “I’m all yours.” He squeezed her hand again hoping she got the message.

  Her smile dropped. “What are you thinking about?”

  “Nothing, baby.”

  “You don’t get to do that anymore. I’m not going to be pushed aside. When you’re worrying about something, share it with me. I’ll carry the burden with you.” She didn’t pull away even though he expected her to.

  “I’m thinking about my men and the club.”

  “Tate told me Sandy burnt it down to the ground,” Eva said.

  “Yeah, Stink got the order to pass on the failsafe.”

  “Do you mind me asking why?” She lifted their hands in the air. “Why burn your compound to the ground? Why create a failsafe?”

  “To protect the club and the men. Details about our contracts, our runs, and even my men were locked up tight in that fucking compound. We all agreed that nothing could be left to someone else stumbling on shit. Disposing of all evidence is the only way to go. With Snitch back, he’s going to go after the club and anyone associated with my men.” Tiny sighed, seeing the ambush once again in his mind. Lash, Nash, Murphy, and Zero all falling. They were all his men, and yet he’d ignored his unease and just taken the job anyway.

  “How will you know they’re alive?” Eva asked. “You know Stink and Killer are alive, but what about the others?”

  “They know to get in contact with Alex. He’ll round them up, and then we’ll know when to hit out.” Tiny didn’t like how slowly his men were coming back to him. Last time he checked none of them had heard from Lash, Nash, or Murphy.

  “Snitch has an issue, and he’s going to try to take Fort Wills to get revenge on you.” Eva wasn’t asking a question.

  “Yeah, Killer’s going to protect Tate. She won’t leave town, which just shows what a pain in the ass she is. I can’t force her to leave. She’s staying in case Murphy shows up, stubborn fucking bitch. Killer’s there, so I’m not too concerned. I know him, and he’ll protect all of the women.” He couldn’t force his daughter to leave town when he wasn’t even there to make sure she did as she was told. “Strong willed girl.”

  Eva chuckled. “She takes after her father.”

  “Whatever. She should learn to do as she’s told,” Tiny said, getting angry.

  “Easy, Killer will protect her, and I imagine the town will do whatever they can to keep themselves safe. They’ll know everything you’ve done for them now.”

  He nodded, wishing he could believe her words. “Or I’ll find out how much they hate having a biker group keeping order.”

  “If this man is as bad as you say he is then I don’t doubt their loyalty to you.”

  Tiny hated the way the mood was going. Pulling out of her body, he grabbed a robe, wrapping it around him. “I’m going to go and check on Alex. He likes to keep everything to himself.”

  “Fine, go and do your leader thing. I’m going to watch a movie or get some sleep. It has been a long couple of weeks.”

  Moving away from the bed, Tiny got to the doorway. “What did your father say about my proposal?” he asked, turning back to her.

  She groaned, her face going into the pillow. Her rounded ass called to him, but he stayed still.

  “Come on, it can’t be that bad.” Leaning against the wall, he folded his arms across his chest.

  “He d
oesn’t want you taking over for his men. Gavin is a more ideal solution to him,” Eva said.

  Tiny hated the sound of Gavin and her father more and more. He’d not gotten to know the other man, but he clearly loved his daughter, even if he hadn’t followed her when she left.

  “You’re my woman. You wear my ring,” he said.

  “I know that. I kneed Gavin in the balls when he told me you were too old for me.”

  Annoyed, Tiny tensed up. He would like to show this fucking Gavin who was fucking old and not.

  “Good girl, baby. I’ll be back. Don’t disappear on me.” He spun on his heel and headed out of the room. Several guards were posted outside of his door. They gave him a nod as he closed the door.

  “Make sure she doesn’t leave this room and no one enters besides me,” he said.

  “Of course, Tiny,” the guard said, answering him.

  Leaving the hallway he went into the elevator and punched for the third floor where he knew Alex set up his business. If there was ever a raid or a burglary, Alex didn’t like to be obvious in his choice of storage.

  “You’ve gotten away already? I figured I wouldn’t see you for a day at least.”

  “I’ve got my men to worry about,” Tiny said, sitting down opposite his former brother-in-law. “Have any of them gotten in touch?”

  Alex handed him a piece of paper. “Zero is recuperating. He’s not given me his location, but he’s desperate to get the bastards for hurting him.”

  Tiny listened as Alex went down the list of men who had gotten in touch. “You’ve still not heard anything from Lash, Nash, and Murphy?”

  “No. I’m making calls to local hospitals asking for Nigel and Edward. They’ll use their real names.”

  “What about Murphy? Any news at hospitals for him?” He couldn’t return home to take back his town without his daughter’s man. She was pregnant, and anything could make that pregnancy go wrong. He couldn’t risk hurting his daughter any more than he already had.

  “Nothing, Tiny. I can’t find him. Killer told me he saw Murphy’s bike explode.”

  “Murphy is a good rider. He can’t be dead.”

  Staring at Alex, he saw the somber expression on his face. “You may have to consider the fact he could be dead.”

  Standing up, Tiny stormed toward the window staring out over the Vegas landscape. “I can’t do that.”

  “Tiny, be reasonable.”

  “Murphy is Tate’s husband. They’re expecting their first baby. I can’t go back without bringing him with me.” Tiny pressed his palm to the window, feeling the panic start to claw up inside him.

  “Then for your sake, I hope he’s alive. You don’t want to wait around while Snitch gets any stronger.”

  Tiny stayed in his position staring out of the window. Murphy, where the fuck are you?

  ****

  “What are we waiting for?” Kelsey asked, coming out of the bedroom. Sophia, Angel, and Tate were staying with them in the small apartment. Killer hadn’t allowed the women to leave once he’d spoken to Tiny. His mission was to keep all of them safe.

  Staring out of the window, Killer wished he knew what the hell was going on. The women were crying, then reasoning with each other. None of them knew the danger each of their men had faced on the road.

  “You’re not waiting for anything.” He checked his gun for the tenth time.

  “You’re waiting for something though.” Kelsey sat opposite him. He was struck by her cherry blonde hair. Killer didn’t even care that the color came out of a box. He’d seen Tate dye her hair before.

  “The men who attacked were not doing it for fun.” He rubbed a hand down his face feeling tired from everything that had happened. His side hurt from the grazed bullet. Kelsey was taking care of him though, and he felt good just by being in her presence. “They wanted something, and with Sandy stopping by with shit from the compound’s safe, Tiny knows they want it as well.”

  “Do you think they’re coming to town?”

  He’d burned his cut around the back of the apartments. Alex advised he cut all visible ties with the club until Tiny said further.

  “Yeah, they’re coming to town. I’m simply waiting for them to arrive.”

  Kelsey let out a shaky breath and turned away. “I’ll make a drink.”

  “Coffee, please.” He didn’t watch her walk away. Whenever he stared at her shapely ass Killer wanted her.

  Ten minutes later he held the coffee in his hand as the rumble of bikes sounded close by. Staring out of the window he recognized the bikes as they passed by. “Here we go,” Killer said. Grabbing Tate’s cell phone he dialed Alex’s number.

  “Yes?” Alex asked.

  “They’re here.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Snitch climbed off his bike inhaling the scent of Fort Wills. He was home, and The Skulls were fucking gone. The compound was down to the ground, but he didn’t give a shit. The town was now his own. His men climbed off the bike, Battle and Scars flanking his side.

  “We did it, Snitch. We’re back in your town,” Scars said.

  Smiling, he looked up and down the street that was now his own. The sound of sirens alerted him to the presence of the law. They were all going to be in fucking shock. Clicking his knuckles, he tensed up waiting for the brawl about to happen. No one ever told him what to do and got away with it.

  “Boys, we’re going to have a showdown. Let’s show these good people how it’s fucking done.” Snitch couldn’t believe all it had taken was luring The Skulls out of town. Finding Ned had been a stroke of genius, and luring The Skulls out to a planned run was perfection. Like always, patience meant fucking perfect. He wondered what had distracted Tiny enough to take the run with the planned route. He’d put money it would have to do with that fucking slut he was panting after.

  Like so many fucking men, Tiny got his dick locked on one fucking woman.

  The cars came to a stop in front of him and his men. Glancing behind him he saw the men grabbing their crowbars and guns ready to rain down hell.

  “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” the man dressed in a cop uniform said coming closer. He looked nervous, and Snitch laughed.

  “Are you going to be the one to get rid of me?” Snitch asked, stepping closer. Scars pressed a crowbar to his hand behind his back.

  “With all due respect, you’re not welcome here.” The man stood his ground.

  Snitch was impressed. Most men ran from him when he started advancing closer.

  “I’m not going anywhere.” Swinging the crowbar around, he slammed the metal against the man’s face. “And you’re not going to get rid of me.”

  The cops looked petrified. Tiny really had become the law in Fort Wills. Snitch couldn’t help but be impressed. The cop went down as he held the crowbar by his side. Snitch loved the feel of breaking bones. Another cop ran at him, and he used his fist, slamming his knuckles into the face, loving the feel of flesh on flesh. The fight ensued, each cop trying to take them on. Snitch laughed as over and over again he lashed out taking back his town. Tiny had taken this away from him, and if the fucking bastard wasn’t dead then he’d have the pleasure of hunting him down and killing him.

  Twenty minutes later the cops were on the ground, moaning, whimpering and clutching their injuries. He imagined the folks were watching him from their apartment windows.

  “I want you to all listen up,” Snitch said, yelling into the night. He threw the crowbar to the floor beside him. “The Skulls are all fucking dead. Your town is no longer theirs, and they will not be coming to your rescue. They’re dead.”

  The joy filled him at the news.

  “From now on, you’ll be getting your orders from us.” Pulling the gun out of his pocket he aimed it at the first man’s head. “Anyone who doesn’t and tries to defy me will get this.” He shot the man in the head.

  It was time for Fort Wills to know who they were dealing with.

  ****

  Tiny cursed, t
hrowing the cell phone Alex handed to him against the opposite wall. “Getting angry at phones is not going to be the answer to our problems,” Alex said.

  “Snitch has killed one of the people I swore to fucking protect.” Tiny slammed his fist into the wall. The pain did nothing to ease his anger or the feeling of deep seated hatred he felt for the man of his past.

  “You can’t do anything about him, Tiny. You’ve got no choice but to bide your time and hope the others call soon. There’s nothing else we can do other than hope he doesn’t go after Tate.” Alex sat forward trying to reason with him.

  “She’s vulnerable, Alex. My daughter, my flesh and blood, is within the same town that fucking lunatic is. I know Snitch. He’ll hunt her down and fucking destroy her.” Tiny knew Snitch would do a hell of a lot more than simply hurt her. Snitch would break her down, rape her, beat her, make her wish for death long before he gave it to her.

  “Killer will never let anything happen to her. He’s loyal, and we’ve got to find Murphy. Turning up without him will ruin her far more. She loves that boy, and no matter what I tell her, she won’t fucking budge. You really should have taught her to do as she was told growing up.”

  “She won’t leave. I’ve begged her, and so has Eva. She’s staying in case her man shows up. She’s too much of a fucking brat. Fucking boy better show up soon.”

  Tiny couldn’t believe he was thinking of Murphy as a boy. Still, compared to him, Murphy was nothing but a boy.

  “Fine, give me the phone. I’ll call Killer back,” Tiny said. He sat beside Alex as the other man dialed the number.

  Eva. He needed to think of his woman to get him through the painful moments.

  “My doctor will be by to have a look at your wounds,” Alex said as he got Killer on the phone. He’d not thought about the pain since the news of Snitch’s return to fucking Fort Wills. Tiny knew in that instant he should have done more to hunt the bastard down and kill him years ago.

  “Hello, boss, I wish I could give you some good news,” Killer said.