“I don’t know what Fred would have thought of us being together, but the one thing I know is that he would have wanted me to take care of you, to keep you safe,” I said and she drew herself closer to me. She was stroking my beard, my jaws, and just her touch was enough to make my cock hard.
“You’re already doing a pretty good job of that,” she whispered huskily.
She had brought her face dangerously close to mine, and I could feel the warmth of her body. My cock was throbbing in my pants. I was itching to reach out and cup her breasts.
“I don’t know if he would have liked me fucking his daughter. We were good friends, best friends…” I said and my voice trailed. Jordan had climbed up on my lap and now she was wrapping her arms around my neck. She was making it very hard for me to resist her advances. There was nothing about Jordan that could turn me off, that could distract me from wanting her body.
“Well, he isn’t here. And if he was, I’d like to think that he wouldn’t forbid me from getting what I wanted,” she said, continuing in that quiet sultry voice. I gulped, my body was taut, my muscles ached as I tried to resist her.
“No, you’d be his princess. He’d give you everything you wanted,” I grunted, trying to suppress my desires but Jordan started rolling her hips. I could feel her warm damp pussy stroking against my erect cock. She knew exactly what to do to have her way.
“I want you right now,” she said and we stared at each other for a second.
“Your wish is my command,” I growled and I clutched her face with both hands and pulled her to me. Our lips were on each others, my tongue was in her mouth and she pressed her body into me. I kissed her back wildly, tasting her mouth, my tongue plunged deep down her throat. My hands were all over her too, pulling off her blouse and peeling down her mini-skirt. Once she got me started, there was no way out. Now, that she’d told me what she wanted—I was going to give it to her. Wasn’t that what Fred would have wanted?
***
I lifted Jordan up off my lap and flipped her around, so that now her face was right above my cock. I had pulled all her clothes off already and I wrapped my arms around her waist, lifting her over me.
Her pussy was above my mouth and I stuck my tongue out and gave her folds a lick. Jordan moaned, and then I felt her hands on my cock. She was toying with the zipper on my jeans, slowly pulling it down.
I held her tightly above my head, and I dove my tongue into her pussy. Her sweet delicious juicy pussy opened up for me and my tongue thrust into her deep. Jordan twitched and moved in my arms, and then my cock was out, big and throbbing in her hands.
Her juices dripped out of her pussy and right on my tongue, and I lapped against her folds, breathing in her musky delicious scent.
Jordan was holding my cock with both her hands, rolling her hips and moaning. I could feel her hands beginning to stroke me, and I grew harder and throbbed stronger with her touch.
I nibbled her clit, and it was engorged and swollen while I licked her pussy. She had stretched her legs apart and then started wrapping her thighs around my head, supporting them on my shoulders. She felt as light as a feather to me as I held her over my head.
I was leaning back against the side of the couch, stretching myself out so she could have my cock in her mouth. Her tongue lapped against the tip of my cock, and her mouth stretched as she accommodated me.
It was an explosive feeling, to have my cock so big in her tiny stretched throat. She moaned as she started bobbing her head up and down, along the length of my cock. I could feel my body jolting. I couldn’t think. I just wanted her to come and I wanted to shoot straight into her mouth.
Jordan’s body was soft and comforting, my hands clutched her waist tightly as I ate her out. Her pussy throbbed against my tongue and I stuck my tongue deeper and deeper into her pussy.
I was filling up her throat too, as she moved her head up and down. Her hands were on my balls next and she gently cradled and caressed them. It was insane, I could feel myself shaking and writhing with the animalistic need to just come. But I wasn’t going to come before her.
I licked her pussy rapidly, my thumb found her clit and I was working her up to an orgasm. Jordan moaned, but it was a muffled moan as she tried to keep pushing my cock deeper into her throat.
I pulled my lips away from her throbbing swollen pussy to say, “come for me.”
She followed my command, letting herself go and my tongue was still inside her pussy, pushing deeper into it as she came. Jordan’s body jolted, and she pulled her mouth away from my cock as she orgasmed. My thumb continued to stroke and tease her clit and my tongue dove in and out of her pussy.
Jordan moaned and her body rose and fell. Her thighs had tightened with a death grip around my neck and I licked her harder. I could feel her coming, her juices were trickling out of her pussy into my mouth in a gush. She had bunched up my jeans in her fists and her body shook. And then suddenly, she began to relax. She was coming down from her orgasm, and I smiled as I licked her folds lightly.
But she wasn’t going to just let me off the hook. She was poised to give me a taste of her own medicine. Within seconds of her body relaxing again, she moved her head down over my cock, pushing it deep into her throat.
I growled and wrapped my arms around her waist. Jordan was moaning lightly as my cock pushed. I couldn’t control myself any longer, I thrust it deeper in and out of her mouth, gagging her, choking her as I pushed myself over the edge.
Jordan’s body was like a magnet, I couldn’t stay away from it—I was drawn to her pussy, to her mouth, to her laugh. Everything this woman did, set my body on fire. I didn’t care that my cock was inside Fred’s daughter’s mouth—all I cared about right now, was coming.
She bobbed her head up and down till I felt myself release with force. She moaned as I shot, my seed seeping out into her mouth. I could hear the sound of her gulping down my cum. I reached for her belly underneath, stroking her navel, her waist, cupping her swinging voluptuous breasts as my body shook. I emptied myself right inside Jordan’s mouth and she kept slowly moving her mouth up and down the length of my cock.
I fell back on the couch when I was done. I was still inside her mouth, and my cock throbbed, dripping out the last drops of cum. Jordan groaned and then slid her mouth up and my cock slipped out of her.
She moved, her body was warm and there were goosebumps on her skin everywhere as she began to settle herself down on my lap again.
Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were bright—she looked excited as she snuggled into my arms.
It was a quiet moment, as we huddled up together. Neither of us wanted to speak. Reality was just hitting me, that I had just shot my cum down Fred’s daughter’s throat. I couldn’t stop feeling like I had somehow been disrespectful to him, that I had done something that he would have been angry with me for.
Jordan placed her cheek on my chest, wrapping her arms tightly around me as she remained there.
“Thank you, Rodeo, I really needed that,” she mumbled.
Chapter 18
Jordan
I lost track of how much time I spent in Rodeo’s arms. I needed to be held, and he did just that. Rodeo had not initially come across as the kind of man who would be happy to just cuddle after sex, but that was exactly what he was doing. I closed my eyes and allowed my mind to wander.
I had just found out that my father was dead, that I’d watched him being shot and now the men who had killed him, were after me. This was a lot to process. Just when I thought that I could get my life back on track again, that I might just be able to get over the death of my mother—I had a new tragedy to deal with.
I couldn’t stop the waves of emotions rushing through my veins. nothing was making sense to me anymore. Mom had never spoken about Fred, about my father, and yet she had written to him—evidently, he had sent her many letters too over the years.
What had she done with those letters? I’d cleaned out our old house after she died, before I mov
ed into this apartment. I had never found those letters, or any evidence of a relationship with Fred. Had she destroyed those letters? Was she that careful about protecting Fred’s identity from me—because she never wanted me to get involved in his life?
I wished she hadn’t. I wished that Fred hadn’t been so careful either. I would have much preferred to have a father in my life, I didn’t care about the threat anymore. No matter how hard my parents had tried to protect me from the Hell’s Drifters; they had found their way into my life nonetheless. They had managed to do exactly what Fred and mom had spent their lives trying to protect me from. They were trying to kill me.
I shuddered in Rodeo’s arms as he held me, and he squeezed me harder. It was an instant relief, just knowing that he had his arms around me, that I would always be safe as long as he was a part of my life. How long would he be a part of my life?
I glanced at him, he was staring straight ahead firmly and I could sense that he was thinking about my father too. Was Rodeo here now because he felt an even deeper sense of responsibility towards me? Could we base a working relationship on just that?
I gulped and snuggled myself tighter into his arms. I wanted Rodeo, I had never been as attracted to another man before. He made me feel safe, like nothing and nobody could touch me. Around him, my body was always on fire. I couldn’t stop wanting him. But did he feel the same about me? Or was he here now just because he’d found out that I was Fred’s daughter?
I tried to push those thoughts out of my head. This wasn’t the time to think about a romantic involvement or how it felt to have Rodeo’s cock inside me. There was imminent danger in both our lives right now, and that was the important thing to overcome. I didn’t want to complicate matters for Rodeo by trying to discuss a relationship, even though that was exactly what I wanted to do.
I moved, pulling my arms away from him. I sat up on the couch to face him now and his dark blue eyes bore into me fiercely. I could see that he was just as enraged, thinking about Fred as I was.
“You are beautiful,” he said instead, and his voice was angry. He said it matter-of-factly; not as a compliment. My cheeks flushed, as he reached out and placed a strong warm hand on my jaw.
“I’m not going to let anything happen to Fred’s daughter. I couldn’t take a bullet for him, but I’ll take one for you, Jordan,” Rodeo continued in a gruff voice. I was staring at him, I suddenly didn’t feel as afraid anymore. Now that I knew that those men had killed my father, that I had watched him die. I was more angry than I was frightened.
“I don’t want you to take a bullet for me, Rodeo,” I said and he furrowed his brows.
“I want you to find that man and I want you to kill him,” I said. I was trying to sound as confident as possible. I had squared my shoulders and stuck my chin up in the air. I wanted Rodeo to know how serious I was about what I was saying.
He seemed surprised by what I just said. This was exactly what he had been declaring since I first met him—that he wanted to kill the man who had killed Fred. He just wasn’t expecting to hear it from me.
“I want you to kill him for me,” I added, looking fiercely into Rodeo’s eyes as he stared back at me.
“Jordan…” he said my name in a whisper and I shook my head, stopping him from saying another word.
“You don’t have to sugarcoat it anymore. I know what I’m asking you to do. I know this is the most violent thing I have ever thought about doing, but this is what I want. I don’t want you to kill that man for you, I want you to do it for me. He took the life of my father. He took away the possibility for me to ever get to know him,” I continued and my voice was shaking as I spoke.
I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of my mouth, but I meant every one of them. I wasn’t going to be able to move on with my life till I knew that man was dead.
“I will,” Rodeo replied, nodding his head slowly. It felt like finally, our lives had collided; like Rodeo and I were on the same path.
Chapter 19
Rodeo
I took Jordan along with me to T Bone. I’d already sent a message out to Lewis and the boys that I needed to talk to them together, and Church had been called.
This time around, Jordan didn’t seem hesitant to go to the bar. It was almost like she was excited to go. We rode on my bike, with her arms around me and she was quick to jump off and head out towards the bar doors when we reached.
When we walked in, we saw that everyone had already assembled for Church. Lila and Girth were there too, and both of them were looking nervous.
“What did you find at Fred’s place? These two are refusing to tell us!” Lewis said, the moment we walked in. Lila and Girth had clearly not filled them in on what I’d found.
Jordan stood behind me as I faced the rest of my Club.
“Girth was right. Fred had a personal history with the Hell’s Drifters which he never told us about,” I replied.
Lewis jumped off his stool, flinging his can of beer to the floor.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I found letters and notes, all the evidence I needed to find out the truth. Fred had borrowed money from them to start a business, and he spent the rest of his life trying to repay that loan,” I explained.
There was silence in the bar as I stood in the middle of my brothers. Lewis was glaring at me, like I’d just insulted him.
“What kind of business?” I heard Abe’s voice behind me.
“I’m not sure, it doesn’t matter. It was thirty years ago. All I know is that the business failed and Fred never made the kind of money he was hoping to,” I continued.
“Thirty years ago? That would be before he and I became friends, long before the formation of the Marked Skulls,” Lewis mumbled and I nodded my head in agreement.
“Why didn’t he ask me for the money, later?” he growled and Lila stepped in this time.
“Daddy, you knew Fred. You knew how he was. He would have done that to protect us, he didn’t want our MC to get involved in his problems,” Lila said but Lewis was shaking his head.
“I thought he used to tell me everything. He should have told me that he was in trouble with the Hell’s Drifters. I would have given him the money no questions asked, he knew that too!” Lewis was raging. He was going through the same emotions that I had when I first found out the truth.
“It wouldn’t have mattered. Fred managed to pay the money back to them in full many years ago. They wanted more. He was a slave to them for life—their own personal money making machine,” I said. My brothers were staring at me in shock. They didn’t know whether to believe what I was saying about their beloved Fred. None of us had a clue that he was being hounded by the Hell’s Drifters. He hadn’t given us any indication of it.
“What happened?” Marcus asked, despite the fact that all of us knew exactly what took place. It wasn’t so hard to connect the dots anymore.
“He decided to stop paying them and they came after him. That’s what happened,” Lewis filled in the silence and everyone went quiet. We were all imagining the moment that Fred got shot, again. We were all thinking about how we could have helped him, saved him; if he would only have come to us, if we knew what was going on in his life.
“He wanted to keep our MC out of it. He didn’t want us involved in this, daddy. He was hoping that if they killed him, the debt would die along with him,” Lila was saying in a shaky voice. Even though she had some time for the news to sink in; I could sense that she had still not gotten over it. Neither had I.
Lewis’ face was red with anger, he had his fists curled up like he was ready to punch something.
“I don’t give a shit if they think that Fred’s debt is paid now. I want him dead. I want that whole MC destroyed for what they did to my friend. They fucking ruined his life!” Lewis growled.
I heard Jordan whimper behind me. All this talk was affecting her too.
“That isn’t all,” I said and the others looked at me again. I hadn
’t told Lila and Girth this either, and now Lila had her brows crossed as she stared at me.
“That’s not all? What more could there be?” Lewis growled through gritted teeth.
“Fred was determined to not let his problems affect the people in his life. Just like he didn’t tell us what was going on to protect us, he did the same with his family,” I said, watching all of their faces. Everyone in the bar was in shock.
“His family? You’re fucking making this up. Fred didn’t have a family. I knew him for fucking twenty years!” Lewis was angry again. His shoulders were heaving as he stood in front of me. If he could, he would breathe fire from his nostrils in fury.
I clenched my jaws and stared at him.
“Fred was in a relationship with a woman called Sarah Avery, during the time that he was trying to get his business up and running. He was trying to find the means to provide for a family,” I explained.
Lila gasped and her hands were clasped over her mouth again.
“Fred was in love?” she mumbled and her father threw her a threatening look.
“I think I would have known if he was sweet on some chick!” he roared and I shook my head.
“They couldn’t be in a relationship for very long. His business tanked around the time that Sarah got pregnant. Fred knew that the Hell’s Drifters were going to come after him for the money once they got word that his business had failed and that he had no means of paying them back,” I continued, against the looks that the others were giving me.
None of them could comprehend that there was so much about Fred that we didn’t know.
“Fred had a kid?” Lewis murmured in sheer disbelief.
“Fred had a daughter,” I said and stepped aside, so that Lewis now had a clear line of vision to Jordan. He stared at her for a second, before his eyes grew wide. His mouth hung open as he looked at Jordan.
Jordan was beautiful, and now her cheeks were flushed under the steady gaze of Lewis and everyone else in the room.
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