Claiming Tiny

by Khloe Wren

  “Please, Tiny, I need to come so bad.”

  He lifted his head, and with a wicked grin, rolled us over so I was now under him. Pulling free from my body, he shifted until he was standing beside the bed, before he moved me so I was in front of him. Hooking my legs over his elbows, he spread me wider and thrust back in deep. My back arched up as I gripped fists full of the bedding on a silent scream. His dick was as big as the rest of him, and with me spread out like this, he went deeper. His thrusts sped up until he was pounding into me, my breasts bouncing with each thrust, and I could feel his hot gaze watching them move.

  Sweat broke out over his body, making him glow in the dim light of the room. Knowing he was close had me closer than ever. I reached a hand down and rubbed my clit. Just as my body came alive and blew apart with my orgasm, I felt him jerk within me, heard him growl as he came deep inside me, filling me up with his seed.

  If only I wasn’t on the shot.

  If only I wasn’t nothing but a club whore he couldn’t stand the thought of taking for his old lady.

  With a groan, he dropped his weight on me, and tears pricked my eyes before they flowed down my cheeks. The intensity of my climax together with the realization that Tiny would never really claim me, had me falling completely apart as I shuddered beneath him.

  He jerked and rolled off me, and the bed. “Oh, shit. Did I hurt you, Missy? Fuck. I was too rough and you’re so small. Shit.”

  I shook my head. “Not hurt, just overwhelmed.”

  I held my arms out toward him, hoping he’d embrace me and cuddle for a few minutes before he booted me out the door.

  “Thank fuck. Don’t ever wanna hurt you, Missy.”

  He crawled back onto the bed, and with an arm around my middle, dragged me with him until both our heads were on the pillow. He reached down and flipped the blankets over us before he killed the bedside light.

  “Get some rest, sugar. Pretty sure I’m gonna be waking you back up soon. Can’t seem to fucking get enough of you.”

  I silently blinked over at him in shock. He wanted to actually sleep with me? No man had ever wanted me for more than a blow job or fuck. I didn’t want to screw this up so I wasn’t sure what to do.

  He chuckled softly. “Don’t look so fucking scared, babe. I ain’t gonna hurt ya. Just don’t want you to go yet. I like how you fit in my arms.”

  Did I dare admit how I was feeling?

  “I’ve never felt like this, like I do when you hold me. It’s like I’m truly safe when you surround me.”

  He gave me a dopey looking grin, and I guessed between the alcohol and the orgasm he just had, he was about to pass out on me.

  “This is all new to me too, babe. But I like holding you too, and ain’t nothing gonna hurt you while I’m around. Don’t you worry about that. Now, come over here and let me hold you.”

  Nervously, I slipped over until I was pressed in tight to his side, with half of my body over his front. He took my palm and placed it over his heart, before covering it with his own, then he pressed the most reverent kiss I’d ever had to the top of my head before he relaxed back and went to sleep.

  Despite being tired myself, sleep didn’t come easily. I lay there watching him for ages, memorizing every breath he took and hoping like hell this wasn’t some kind of dream, until finally sleep claimed me.

  The growl that awoke me hours later was not a happy sound. Squinting against the bright light coming in through the window, I rolled over and rubbed my face.

  “What the fuck?”

  Tiny’s rough voice had every ounce of sleep vanishing from my system in an instant. Slowly I turned to face him and found him standing by the bed pulling his jeans up while glaring at me. My eyes stung but I refused to let any tears fall. He didn’t deserve to see that he’d hurt me. So much for his promise.

  “Guess you were so drunk last night you don’t remember dragging me up here, huh?”

  With false bravado, I spoke the words like my heart wasn’t currently shattering within my chest. Scout had warned me to not fall for any of the brothers. But I had. And now, I was paying the price. I slipped from beneath the blankets and quickly dressed. I needed to get out of here and leave the clubhouse before any of the old ladies with kids came around for any reason. Who was I kidding? I needed to get the fuck outta here before I couldn’t hold myself together any longer.

  The fact that Tiny didn’t utter another word as I dressed and left his room made it both worse and better at the same time. There wasn’t much he could have said that would have improved the situation, but the fact he didn’t care I was leaving? That shit stung.

  As I made the short walk back to the house I shared with a few of the other girls, my mind played back every interaction I’d ever had with Tiny. Every touch and fuck, every word we’d shared. Every time I’d seen him fucking another of the whores. By the time I unlocked the front door and walked in, my chest felt like it was on fire. Pain radiated through my body with every step. When I turned to close the door on my bedroom, I half expected to see a trail of my blood down the hallway, but nope, my pain was all internal.

  With a quiet snick, the door shut and I leaned against it, resting my forehead on the smooth surface. What was I going to do? Could I face Tiny again after last night and this morning? I had doubts my heart could take watching him with the others now that I’d fully lost my stupid fucking heart to him.

  Tiny

  Fortunately for me, within hours of Missy leaving my bed, I’d had to go on another run. Being one of the club’s enforcers kept me busy, that’s for sure. This one had been a big one, taking us six days. So, it was nearly a week after that cluster fuck of a night and morning with Missy that I was sitting in Styxx, the bar owned by the Charons, drinking beer I had to fucking pay for because I was too chicken-shit to go back to the clubhouse after ten and deal with the mess I’d made with Missy, when Keg came after me.

  “You stupid, fucking asshole. What the hell did you do to her?”

  I raised a single eyebrow at him as I took another drink.

  “No fucking clue what you’re talking about.”

  That had him on the verge of vibrating with rage. He stormed right up to me, until he was only inches away from my face. Taking a fist full of my shirt, he pulled back his other hand to take a swing. That had me moving. Standing to my full height had him dropping his grip and shaking his head at me. Keg was a big bastard, and another of the club’s enforcers, but I was bigger and stronger than he was. He’d also been on the run with me, so I had no fucking clue what had his panties in a twist so soon after we pulled in.

  “You know what? You ain't worth the trouble I’d cop for beating your skull in. But it’s what you fucking deserve, asshole.”

  Anger, and a good dose of embarrassment, had my blood heating and left me itching for a fight.

  “What the fuck is your issue? We’ve been back what? An hour tops and you’ve already found some fucking drama to come bust my balls over? What the fuck?”

  “Well someone has to! I guess from the fact you’re fucking clueless as to why I’ve come for your ass, you don’t realize that Missy fucking left while we were gone?”

  That had my full attention, and drained all the anger out of me instantly. I dropped down into my seat and frowned over at Keg as he stayed standing.

  “What do you mean she’s gone?”

  Keg started pacing, throwing his hands up in the air as he muttered to himself for a while.

  “Keg! Quit fucking around, where’s Missy?”

  He spun on me with a furious expression. “No one fucking knows! Fawn came and found me when I got in tonight. She was in one hell of a state because Scout, you and me were all on that run all week, so she had no fucking clue who to tell that Missy packed up her stuff and left by the time Fawn got up Monday morning. So, I repeat my initial question―what the fuck did you do to that woman before we left?”

  A mix of pain and panic loosened my tongue. “You’re one to fucking talk. It
was you who pushed me last Sunday night. I would never have taken her up to my room, otherwise.”

  He just shook his head at me. “Taking her to your room was about the only fucking thing you did right, by the looks of it. Tell me, why isn’t she still there? Why you here paying for your booze when it flows free at the clubhouse?”

  I didn’t like Keg hitting so close to the truth. “Fawn talks too much.”

  “That girl doesn’t talk enough. The second she realized Missy had left, she should have gone to one of the others. And today she was waiting for you to show your face. Guess after she saw the rest of us come in without you she gave up and got desperate to tell someone who might give a fuck.”

  Which would be Keg. Now that Taz had settled down, Keg was the one who spent the most time in the whore room. He was the one they trusted the most. I scrubbed my face in my palms. I had a curious pain in my chest at the thought of never seeing Missy again.

  “Fawn say why she didn’t go to Taz, or one of the other brothers?”

  Just because Taz had an old lady now, didn’t mean he didn’t give a fuck about the fact one of the girls had gone missing.

  “Yeah, said that she knows how the whores come and go from the clubhouse, and that the club officers likely wouldn’t give a shit one had moved on. But Fawn was her friend, knew her well enough to know she had nowhere to go if she left. And like everyone else, she saw you carry her off Sunday night.”

  There were two types of club whores, ones like Fawn who stuck around no matter what, and ones who floated in and out. We all knew from day one that Missy wouldn’t be one of the ones who disappeared on the regular.

  “Have you told Scout?”

  He shook his head. “She’s your damn woman, not mine. You gonna step the fuck up here? Or are you still caught up in your head? Because if you are, maybe you should just forget about her and let her go. She’s strong, she’ll find somewhere new to settle down and have a life.”

  Keg turned and left, and I sat back and finished my beer while my mind spun with thoughts. Did she really have no one to go to out in the world, like me? If that was the case, where the fuck did she go? I felt like a fucking bastard for never having asked her anything. I thought about the woman pretty much twenty-four/seven, yet I’d never bothered to even ask her what her real name was.

  Shame filled me. I didn’t deserve her with the way I’d acted.

  The more I drank, the clearer that thought became. But it wasn’t the only one. Missy was a little thing, only a little over five feet tall, and so delicate. Was she really strong enough to survive out in the world on her own? I wasn’t so sure. Then there was the real question of the evening―was I fucking strong enough to man up and go get her back? If I did, I knew things would have to change. I couldn’t go round her up and deposit her back in the whore room with the others. Just because I didn’t admit it to Keg, it didn’t change the fact that I’d been an asshole when I’d woken up hung over to discover she was sleeping beside me like some kind of fallen angel. That’s what made her run. I couldn’t remember much about what I’d said in my drunken state Sunday night, but I could take a guess that I’d been a little too honest with her. Then Monday morning I’d woken up cursing her. I hadn’t bothered to try to explain what was going on in my head. Nope, I’d stayed silent as she’d rushed to dress while she tried to hide her emotions. Only a fucking moron would have missed the tears in her eyes. But did I do anything about it? Nope. I just stood there in silence and watched her. No wonder she ran. Hell, if I could run from myself, I would have too that morning.

  Fuck.

  Dropping some bills on the table, I stood and left Styxx. I needed to find Scout, see who interviewed her when she came on board. They might know where she’d headed off to.

  Chapter 3

  Tiny

  “What the fuck do you mean she left six fucking days ago?”

  Scout’s fury had me taking a step back. While I hadn’t expected the president to be happy about Missy vanishing, I hadn’t expected him to react like this.

  “I only just found out myself. I, ah, Monday morning didn’t end well for us. I didn’t check in with her before we left for the run, and when we got back I went straight to Styxx.”

  Scout readjusted his bandana while grumbling under his breath several threats I hoped he didn’t intend to try out on me. Before I could ask him why Missy was so important to him, he pulled his phone out and made a call.

  “Hey, Keys, I need you to find Missy for me. She packed up and vanished Monday morning―” With a wince Scout pulled the phone away from his ear. “I’m aware that was six fucking days ago. Quit bitching about it and fucking do it already. Also, check if there’s been any action this past week near that fucking commune in Soule that I asked you to look into.” He paused again. “Yeah, that’s right. Missy is Mercedes Soto and that commune is her fucked-up stepfamily. Keep me updated with whatever you find. I told that girl I’d keep her safe, and I don’t fucking break my promises.”

  He was glaring at me when he said that last part, but my mind was too busy spinning with what he’d just said to be worried about the fact my president was pissed off at me. As soon as he hung up the phone, I started asking questions.

  “Missy came from a fucking commune and you never told us?”

  He raised a single brow at me and I got the feeling I’d stepped way over a line I shouldn’t have just now.

  “Don’t forget who you’re fucking talking to, boy. Missy freely came to me wanting to be one of the whores here at the clubhouse. I offered her other work, but she wasn’t comfortable enough in the outside world to take it. I’m not sure what the fuck they did to her in that commune she grew up in, but obviously it included sexual training. Because from the moment she came through our doors, it was the whore room she had her eye on and she’s not once batted an eye at filling her obligations. Pretty sure it’s no fucking commune she came from, but a cult, which is why I’ve had Keys looking into it.”

  “Why’d she run in the first place?”

  That earned me another glare from my president.

  “We find her? You can’t let on that you know any of this shit, you get me? She didn’t want anyone knowing about her past.”

  I nodded. “I won’t say a word.”

  “And if I tell you why she ran in the first place, you need to cop to whatever the fuck you did that sent her running.”

  With a wince, I gave him another nod. “Okay.”

  “She came home one day to find her mother on the verge of death. She used her last breaths to tell her daughter to run like hell and never look back. She did. Your turn.”

  I rubbed a hand over the back of my neck. What could I say?

  “I was pretty fucking polluted Sunday, and I ended up taking Missy up to my room for the night. When I woke up cursing, hung over as shit, she panicked and fled. I didn’t try to stop her.” I frowned. “I didn’t think it would send her running. I mean, sure, I figured she’d be pissed with me for a while, but I didn’t think it would send her out the fucking door.”

  Scout was shaking his head. “You’re a fucking moron. I tell every single one of those girls not to lose their fucking hearts to any of the men here, but some of them can’t seem to help it. And Missy fell for your dumb ass months ago. Don’t suppose you can remember what happened Sunday night? What you said to her?”

  Again, I shook my head. “I remember getting pissed off at the Cowboys fucking her, then when Keg started in on her, I saw red. Took her up to my room and fucked her, but I’ve got no idea what I might have said to her.”

  Scout crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in his seat. “You’ve got some decisions to make, Tiny. I intend on finding her no matter what you decide. But, what I do when I find her is up to you. Do you want her for your old lady? Because if not, I’m just going to make sure she’s okay, then leave her be.”

  That ache I’d had in my chest since Monday flared up again as though someone had just shoved a hot p
oker in there.

  “I never wanted an old lady, Scout. Saw enough of how it is to have a woman full time when I was growing up in foster care. All that fucking drama. No way do I want to have to live like that.”

  Scout shifted in his seat, looking uncomfortable as he readjusted his bandana. Again.

  “I cannot believe I’m the one who has to tell you this shit.” He paused to clear his throat. “Right. Well, listen up because I’m only telling you this shit once. Not every relationship is the same. And not all turn toxic. Just look around you, for fuck’s sake. Bulldog and Rose have been going strong for over two decades. I’ve known them since they were dating and I’ve never once seen those two get into each other. Keys and Donna? They buried their daughter last year, but together they’re dealing with the grief and moving forward. One thing I can guarantee you? You’ll regret not taking this chance when you get older. Trust me on that one. So, Tiny, you’ve got until Keys gets here with whatever information he’s found, to figure out what you’re gonna do. But if you don’t intend on claiming her as your own, you ain’t coming with us. Understand?”

  “Yeah, I hear you. I’m gonna go grab a shower and get cleaned up.”

  “Sounds good. If you’re coming with us, we’ll be heading out as soon as I know what direction to ride.”

  I made my way up to my room on autopilot. Was it worth the risk? I ran through all the current couples in the club, and got stuck thinking about Taz and Flick. Taz had been the biggest man-whore in the club before Flick came and knocked him on his ass. Now they were expecting a baby and Taz seemed happy enough. Actually, I couldn’t recall ever seeing him without a grin lately. Eagle and Mac were both dads now too, and they both seemed pretty content with their new role in life. An image of Missy flashed across my mind. She was so fucking pretty. Did she want kids? A family? Or was she happy being a club whore.