Butch

by Sam Crescent

  “You don’t have any idea how fucking hot you look taking my fingers. I can’t wait to get my cock in here.”

  In and out, his three fingers moved together. He spread his fingers out, stretching her ass. When she tensed, he’d stop, caressing the base of her back.

  “Don’t worry, baby. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m taking my time, letting you enjoy it. How does it feel?” he asked.

  “Strange.”

  “Good strange or bad strange?”

  She smiled. “Good strange.” She couldn’t move her hands, and she liked being tied down unable to move. Butch was completely in control, and she had to give herself over to whatever pleasure or pain he decided to dish out. She loved it. The whole experience heightened her senses.

  Butch spread his fingers wider, and the sensation was stronger with the third digit inside her. She winced at the initial pain then moaned as heat washed over her body. He was using her body, exploring her in ways she didn’t think was possible.

  “You’ve taken my fingers, baby. I’m going to fuck you with my cock. Don’t tense up.”

  Cheryl heard the movements, the sounds he made as he applied lube to his cock.

  “I’m still wearing the condom. I’ve added more lube. I don’t want to hurt you. It’s your first time, and I’m using plenty to make it easier for you.”

  “Do some people not have lube?”

  “Some like the added pain of not using as much. I’m not interested in causing you pain. I want you to be screaming in pure pleasure.” His hands landed on the cheeks of her ass. Licking her lips, she tried to focus on what he was doing. Being unable to see made it difficult to focus on anything else. What was he doing? What did his face look like when he looked at her?

  All these questions and no answers were driving her insane. Butch spread the cheeks of her ass wide.

  “I love your ass. It’s nice, round, and begging for my cock,” he said.

  “Please, Butch, stop teasing me.”

  “I like to tease you.” He stroked over her ass, moaning. “You’re so beautiful.”

  “You’re staring at my ass.”

  “And I know a beautiful ass when I see one.”

  Whack!

  She jerked, crying out. The heat bloomed from the location of the smack all the way to her clit.

  “Every time you even imply something bad about your body I’m going to punish you. This body, this ass is mine, and I intend to treat it with such love and affection.”

  Cheryl felt him lean down and lay a kiss to her ass. Jerking at the contact, she tried to look over her shoulder, but the cuffs kept her in place.

  Tugging on them, she found it was useless as she had nowhere else to go. She didn’t want to get away from him. Cheryl wanted to get involved with what he was doing.

  “Your body is mine, Cheryl. I’m going to make you feel so good.”

  Butch stopped touching her for a second, and she tensed up. There was no sound, not even the movement in the bed.

  One hand touched her ass, and then she felt the tip of his cock, wet from the lube, rubbing against the puckered hole of her ass.

  Unable to stop her reaction, she tensed up.

  “Relax, Cheryl. I’m going to make you feel so good.”

  Closing her eyes, she took her time, breathing in and out. Slowly, she relaxed all of her muscles, and he pressed the tip harder against her ass. The muscles refused to let him inside, but Butch wouldn’t back down. He pushed a little harder.

  The first inch of him worked inside her ass. Cheryl cried out at the dual sensation of his cock working in her ass and the pain. Both exploded together creating something incredible. With her hands locked together, she couldn’t grip onto anything. She was completely at the mercy of what Butch was doing to her.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

  He worked another inch inside her. With each inch, the pleasure took over. She wanted to thrust back to take more of him. Butch held onto her hips, keeping her in place.

  “You’re not going anywhere, babe.”

  “Please, Butch.”

  “Does it hurt?” he asked, pushing the last inch of him inside. “You’ve got me all.”

  “No, it doesn’t hurt.” It didn’t hurt. She couldn’t even begin to describe the kind of sensation he’d created within her. There was pleasure, the feeling of fullness, a sharp bite of pain, and it all crashed together and she wanted more.

  He swiveled his hips driving out then deep inside her ass.

  “You should see how hot this is. Your ass has opened around my cock. It knows what it wants, and I’m more than happy to give you what you want, baby.”

  There were no words for her. She was simply a vessel for Butch.

  “Please,” she said, begging him for more.

  His grip on her hips tightened, and he started to thrust in and out of her ass. Each time he pulled out a little more and slammed inside her a little harder. She loved the bite, the feel of him thrusting inside her.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  “No, please don’t stop. I need you to make me come, Butch.”

  One of his hands left her hip, and then he was fingering her clit. He pinched the tight bud before stroking over it.

  “You’re so responsive to a little pain,” he said.

  She didn’t know what she was, only that she loved every little thing that he did to her body.

  Over and over, he fucked her ass, making her moan and cry out.

  The touch on her clit didn’t let up, and he sent her into an earth shattering climax. She screamed her pleasure for him to hear. The sounds echoed off the walls, bouncing back to them. She collapsed onto the bed in time to hear and feel the kick of his cock and the grunt of his own completion.

  Butch collapsed over her, breathing heavily.

  She loved the weight of him surrounding her. Glancing up, she watched him remove the cuffs securing her wrists. He rubbed her wrists, taking care of her.

  “I love you, baby.”

  “And I you.” She let out a sigh.

  Cheryl was going to be his wife. Smiling, she waited for him to withdraw from her body.

  “I’ll be back in a second. Please don’t move. I’m going to wash you and take care of you.”

  Rolling to her side, she watched his ass disappear from view. She was totally in love with him and didn’t want to have to face life without him.

  Butch came back into the room. He lifted her from the bed, securing her in his arms with ease.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’m going to take care of you.”

  He walked into the bathroom, showing her in more ways than one exactly how he wanted to take care of her.

  ****

  Alex sat in his room at the clubhouse. It was a modest room considering he enjoyed living in luxury whenever he went to his Vegas casino. He ran a finger over his lip as he stared at the two pictures he’d refused to look at. Whizz had given them to him. There was a picture of Cheryl and Matthew. The two people he should have helped in the world but refused to.

  He’d gone to the church to pray for his niece, Tate. She’d been in danger, and he didn’t have a clue if she’d ever make it out of danger alive. Praying had never helped in the past, but when it came to Tate, he was willing to do everything in his power to keep her safe. Alex hadn’t been able to save his own sister from cancer. Money didn’t buy anything, and it hadn’t brought him a family.

  The only family he had was this club and whatever Tiny allowed him. He was part of Tiny’s life even though he didn’t have to be. Eva didn’t need to refer to him as Uncle or even allow her children to associate with him. In his life he’d done a lot of shit he’d not been proud of. He’d killed, sold, and fucked his way to the top taking out every man and woman who got in his way.

  This little boy was his son. He saw himself in the picture. Alex had enough pictures from his childhood to know what he looked like. Fucking Cheryl had made for an amazing weekend. She’d be
en a virgin, and he’d taken something from her, he never should have been allowed to take.

  Picking up his glass of brandy, he couldn’t tear his gaze away from the images in front of him. For three years he’d failed both of them. There was no love lost between him and Cheryl. Their moment had come and gone years ago. He didn’t love her. Alex didn’t love any woman.

  “It makes it harder to walk away when you know what they look like, doesn’t it?” Tiny asked.

  Turning around, he saw Tiny standing in the doorway of his room.

  “I thought I shut that door.”

  “You’ve been up here all night. I was concerned after everything that happened.” Tiny closed the door, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

  Looking over the top of the picture, Alex stared at his former brother-in-law.

  “I’m not like Kelsey. I’m not going to attempt to off myself. I happen to like my life,” he said.

  “What happened?” Tiny asked.

  Letting out a breath, Alex stared at the picture of his son.

  “I didn’t think about her or what happened. Shit happened. Life happened in the club.” He shook his head. “I’ve got a son.”

  “Yeah, and what you’re going to do about it?”

  Alex shrugged. “I don’t know what I’m going to do about it. Butch loves Cheryl. I don’t.”

  “She’s the mother of your son.”

  “I know that.” Alex sighed. “I can’t do this to Cheryl or to Butch.”

  “You’re not going to claim her?”

  “No. I’ll acknowledge my son, but I will not come between them, Tiny. Matthew is going to have everything that is mine. Cheryl and Butch can make all the decisions in his life. I lost the right to that a long time ago. I don’t deserve to speak up. If they stay in Fort Wills all I’m going to ask is for the right to see my son. I won’t make waves or cause problems.”

  “Shit’s about to hit the fan,” Tiny said.

  “I know. We can only hope none of them get caught in the crossfire.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Cheryl pushed the hair out of her face at the same time as walking toward the door. Matthew was in his high chair as she was making a batch of cookies. Her mother was out today, and Cheryl was off while Butch finished up the deals for the florist shop. She couldn’t believe he wanted to actually buy her a shop of her own.

  You’re going to marry him.

  Whenever she thought about his marriage proposal, she couldn’t help but smile. Butch was a lot of things, but romance wasn’t his forte.

  Opening the door, she paused when she saw who was there.

  “Hey, Cheryl,” Alex said.

  “What are you doing here?” she asked, folding her arms over her chest.

  He glanced down at her folded arms then back up at her face. “We need to talk. Can I come in?”

  “I don’t think that’s wise. Butch isn’t here, and I know he’ll want to be here.”

  “Butch’s not part of the club anymore, princess.”

  “Don’t call me that,” she said. He’d called her princess when they first met.

  Alex sighed. “Look, we’ve got business to discuss that has nothing to do with the club and everything to do with the fact I’m your kid’s dad.”

  “I don’t want you to come in here.”

  He glanced down at the ground. “You’re pissed. I get that. I know I don’t deserve any kind of shit from you. I’m lucky to have gotten this. We need to talk.”

  She shook her head, reaching for the door. “You gave up that right three years ago.” Cheryl tried to shut the door, but he wouldn’t let her.

  “I can make life difficult for Butch if you don’t let me in.”

  Pausing, she stared up at him. “Why would you do that?”

  “I’ll do whatever I need to, Cheryl.”

  “There’s nothing you can do to him or to me.” She went to shut the door on him. His next words held her in place.

  “If you don’t let me in then I’ll sue you for full custody.”

  Sick to her stomach, she stared at him, not sure what the hell to do. “There’s no way a lawyer or judge would grant you that. You abandoned us.”

  Alex shrugged. “I’ve got money and enough resources to get what I want. You won’t have a leg to stand on. They’ll give Matthew to me, and I’ll make sure you never see him again.”

  “You can’t do that.”

  “Not only can I do that, I will.”

  Cheryl pressed a hand to her stomach, feeling the knots starting to form. Staring into his eyes, she knew he was telling the truth, and there would be no way for her to ever see her son again.

  Biting her lip, she took a step back letting the door open.

  He passed through the door, buttoning up his suit jacket. “Where is he?” he asked.

  “Who?”

  “My son.”

  Was that emotion she detected in his voice? Closing the door, she pointed down the corridor. “He’s in the kitchen. Please, be gentle with him. He doesn’t know who you are.”

  Alex was already heading down the corridor toward the kitchen. Rubbing her hands down her skirt, Cheryl had no choice but to follow him. He stopped just inside the kitchen door. She went on her toes to have a look to see what distracted him.

  Matthew was coloring in the book Butch bought him.

  “He’s so tiny.”

  “He’s three. Three year old boys are supposed to be small.” She brushed past him, opening the oven door to see the latest batch of cookies was burnt. Putting them on the side, she blew out a breath.

  Turning back to face Alex she saw he was still staring at his son.

  “Why didn’t you come back to see me?” she asked.

  He returned his gaze to her.

  “You’re not going to like the answer.”

  “I don’t have to like it. I need to know.”

  “I didn’t care enough to come back.”

  There was no pain at his words, which he had yelled.

  “You do not get to raise your voice to me. I know I was a little fun while you were depressed, but you knew the condom broke—”

  “Should we be having this conversation here, now?”

  “Three years I waited to see you. You’ve known about Matthew for a good week, and yet you’re only turning up now. You don’t have the right to threaten or question me. I want answers, and I want them now.”

  “I can take him away,” Alex threatened.

  “Butch asked me to marry him. Try to take Matthew away. He’s been more of a father to Matthew than you ever have.” She stepped to her son, stroking his head. He looked up at her with tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll stop yelling.” Kissing his cheek, she looked at Alex. He looked torn.

  “You’re marrying Butch?”

  “I love him.”

  “Do you really?”

  “Yes, I really do. I didn’t ask him to leave The Skulls or change who he is. I happen to like him the way he is.”

  “The Skulls can keep him safe and you.”

  “Are we in danger?” she asked, folding her arms.

  “It’s The Skulls, we happen to be attracted to danger.” Alex ran fingers through his hair as he looked around the small space. “I knew the condom broke, but shit was about to get serious. I didn’t think about telling you, and then time slipped by me and I forgot.”

  His words didn’t hurt her. She thought about Alex but only when it came to her son knowing his father.

  “When Butch left The Skulls I didn’t know you were the same Cheryl until I saw you at the fair. I knew I needed to make myself known.”

  “What are you hoping to achieve?” she asked.

  “We want Butch back at the club. I wanted to make sure you were not the one holding him back.”

  “I would never do that,” she said, getting angry at him.

  “I know that now. Look, I’m sorry for all of this. I didn’t want to come here for us to argue.” He held his hand out.r />
  “Why did you come?” She looked down at Matthew, stroking his head. He’d need a haircut soon.

  “I want to be involved in my son’s life. I’ve got a right to know him and for him to know me.”

  “Is this a split second decision where you finally decide to be a parent then leave when it suits you?” She wouldn’t have him coming in and out of Matthew’s life, building his hopes up then dismissing them.

  “I won’t do that to him.”

  She saw the truth in his eyes. “Why?”

  “Look, I’ve been an asshole, I know all of this. You don’t need to throw it in my face every chance you get.” He looked left and right.

  “You threatened to take my son away from me.”

  “What?” Butch asked.

  Cheryl hadn’t heard Butch enter. He stood just behind Alex looking ready to commit murder.

  “What the fuck is going on?” Butch asked. He carried the helmet he always made her wear under his arm.

  “I’m trying to get to know my son. You can stay well out of it,” Alex said.

  “You threatened to take her son away? When are you going to be a fucking man and simply ask?” Butch asked.

  “Please, don’t fight. I don’t want him to get used to watching that.” She picked Matthew up. Staring at Alex, she saw his gaze was on their son. “I know you mean well, but this is going to take time. I don’t want to be a bitch. If you want to see him then don’t threaten to take him away from me.” She carried him through to the sitting room, then back past the corridor and upstairs. There was no way she was sticking around to see Butch and Alex argue whatever issues they had with each other.

  Stepping into Matthew’s room, she closed the door.

  Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she pulled out his favorite story and began to read to him.

  “Who was that man?” Matthew asked.

  Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath. “He was your father, baby.”

  He was silent for several seconds. She didn’t know if his silence was a blessing or a curse.