The One I Need (Snakes Henchmen MC Book 1)

by Alivia Grayson

  “Yes, baby, it's me.” She smiles sleepily before pulling herself up against the back of the couch. “Sorry to let myself in. I did knock but...”

  She presses her finger against my mouth and giggles. I love that sound, it gets me right in the chest. I could sit for hours with my eyes closed just listening to her giggling.

  “I gave you a key for a reason. So you could let yourself in, in case Ember was sleeping when you came around. How did it go?” She asks while taking my hand in hers and entwining our fingers.

  “Well, at first, I thought Shepard was going to smash my teeth down my throat. Man can be so scary sometimes.” I chuckle. “He told me what it was like to lose you all those years ago. I think he was just scared that I'd somehow hurt you. Not physically, he knows I would never hurt any woman, especially not mine.” I watch the smile creep across her face. “Point is,” I bring her hand to my mouth and kiss her knuckles, “We need to get you some ink, woman.”

  “Does that mean...?”

  “That you are almost officially my old lady.” She screeches and wraps her arms around my neck in excitement. “I take it you want this?”

  “Are you crazy? Of course, I want this, Tank. I don't know if I'll be a good old lady like the other women in your charter, but since I came here and I met you, you have been...” She shakes her head, looking down at my chest, staring as if she can see the ink that lays there. “You've been my rock, Tank. I never thought I could feel this alive. You make me feel alive. I want nothing more than to be your woman.”

  “Right fucking answer,” I growl while taking her face in my hands and dragging her closer. My lips hit hers and she instantly moans into my mouth. I'm fuckin' her tonight. I have to, my dick feels like it's about to explode. I haven't fucked another woman in weeks. Not since I met this woman, she's all I've wanted, all I've needed.

  “I need your sweet, wet pussy wrapped around my dick before I fuckin' explode. You're mine, Nova. My woman, my old lady, and I'm gonna fuck you right through the fucking floor.”

  “Tank,” She groans my name as I cup her mound through her jeans. And I can feel her heat and the fact she's already wet. Fuck, I need to taste her right now.

  “Get the fuck out of these clothes. I need to wrap my lips around what's mine.”

  I'm out of my clothes and spread out on my couch faster than I can take my next breath. Yeah, I've been nervous about having sex with anyone since that awful night, but this man is my man, my old man, and I want him so fucking bad it hurts.

  The first touch of his tongue on my soaked pussy has me arching my back and clawing at the couch. “Oh god, Tank!” I've never felt like this, I've never had a man devour my pussy in such a greedy way before.

  He twists two thick fingers inside of me, stroking that sweet spot inside that has my whole body tightening to the point it’s almost painful. He makes a tapping motion inside of me before he pushes up and down in fast succession while his other hand presses down on my lower stomach. “Come on, baby girl, I know you wanna cum, I can feel it. I'm gonna make you squirt all over my tongue.”

  Oh, fuck!

  His dirty words have me teetering on the edge. And he's right, I'm gonna squirt all over his filthy mouth. I'm not a squirter by any means, but it's not impossible for me to do so, it's not impossible for anyone to do so. And if he wants that from me, then that's what he'll get.

  I press my hands into the couch behind me, lifting myself enough to see his mouth moving greedily over my clit, his fingers working furiously inside of me. I'm moaning like crazy as I rock into him.

  “Tank, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!” And there it is, my pussy flooding his mouth as I squirt my pleasure all over him. And I'm crying out in ecstasy, my breath held, my muscles lock, my whole damn body tight to the point it could break me.

  Fuck me, no one else could ever make me respond to them the way Tank just did. Every nerve in my body is twitching like crazy. My whole body shaking with an all over orgasm. An orgasm I have never felt in my life before.

  He licks me softly, flicking his tongue over my sensitive and swollen clit, bringing me back down to earth. And all the time his eyes are locked on mine, and they speak a thousand words. He's pleased with himself and with me. My old man is pleased with me, and fuck does that please me.

  I cup his face, pulling up on his knees from where he sits on the floor. He wipes his mouth and chin with his hand, wiping away my juices before grabbing my waist and yanking me closer. My pulsating pussy is flush against his crotch, his thick, hard length is pressed against my clit and I want him so badly. I want him to erase all the hell from my mind and replace it with something beautiful.

  “You're so fucking beautiful.”

  I turn my face away. I can't bear for him to say things like that. I don't know why I can't, I just don't feel worthy of the words. I didn't even know a man like this was capable of saying those words and actually meaning them.

  He grabs my face with his hand and forces me to look at him. “Don't you turn away from me. You're gonna listen to every damn word I have to say. You are beautiful, Nova.”

  “Even this?” I touch the thick, pink scar in the middle of my chest. The scar left behind after Celia's old man stabbed me almost to death.

  I close my eyes when he leans forward and kisses that damn scar. “Every part of you, baby. Every damn part.” Thank god I don't have stretch marks, he might not... Don't be so fucking stupid, Nova, of course, he'd still want you, even with stretch marks. “There's not one part of you that I don't find sexy as fuck.”

  “Then fuck me, old man. Show me that I'm yours.”

  I watch in awe, with my lip between my teeth, as he tears his clothes from his body. My eyes travel the length of him, etching the sight of both his muscles and tattoos on to my brain like a sponge. God, he's fucking gorgeous. His washboard abs and the V of his hips... Damn, can a girl actually drown in her own arousal?

  Oh, my shit! My eyes widen when his cock springs free from his boxers. He's so long and thick. I want to taste him, feel the silk of his cock on my tongue. I want to suck him dry! But before I get the chance to even move he has a condom on and me flipped over. My knees on the floor, my ass in the air.

  His cock teases my entrance and I push myself back on him, taking him inside of me but not to the hilt. Just how big is this man?

  “Jesus Christ, Nova! That's it, baby, fuck me back.” And I do, I move my ass against him, shaking it for all it's worth. “Oh my god,” He almost whispers before grabbing my long hair in his fist, pushing himself all the way inside of me and fucking me harder. So hard the couch is banging against the wall with the power of his thrusts. He really fucking meant it when he said he'd fuck me through the floor. Shit!

  He grabs my hip with his other hand, pulling me closer, fucking me harder, deeper. His balls slap against my clit, and I'm sobbing and screaming into the cushion beneath my head. How in all of fucking hell is he able to fuck me this hard, this fast? He's no small man.

  He feels so good inside of me. The scent of his skin, the touch of his hand, the way his cock rubs the deepest parts of me is beyond perfection. God, I'm so close, every inch of me is so tight I feel like I'm having a seizure!

  “Tank! Tank, please. Oh god, please!”

  “Please what, woman? You wanna cum for me?” I nod my head erratically, unable to voice my answer. “You wanna soak my throbbing cock with your cream? You want me to make you scream my name as you cum like you've never fuckin' cum in your life before?”

  “Yes! Oh fuck, yes!”

  He chuckles and pulls me back against him, one hand on my throat, the other pinching my hardened nipple, making it pucker and ache, sending sweet sensations through me, flooding my pussy like never before.

  “I want you to squeeze my cock as you cum. Squeeze me fuckin' dry and don't you dare let up until my balls are empty. Are you ready, baby?” I nod against him, squeezing his dick with all I've got.

  He hisses in my ear and pinches my clit so hard I scre
am his name as I cum, just as he said I would. “That's it, Nova, hold fuckin' tight. Here it comes!” He roars and shoots his fucking hot and heavy load so deep I can feel the condom swelling against my womb. He doesn't stop moving inside of me until the last tremor ebbs away.

  My head falls back against his shoulder. “God, that was amazing,” I mumble. I swear to god, I have never had sex like that in my life. Ever.

  Sure, he was a little rough with me, and I may have bruises on my hips after this. But this was consensual. I wanted this. He did nothing more than what I wanted him to do.

  He chuckles and kisses my temple. “You took the words right outta my mouth. How long do we have before Ember wakes?”

  “I don't know.” I've lost all sense of time.

  My whole body is zinging with what he's done to me.

  I touch his cheek with my hand. I am so lucky to have him. He's kind, beautiful inside and out. I love him. I love him like I never knew I could love another person.

  “Long enough for me to fuck you all over again.” Without pulling out of me, he flips me around with my legs wrapped around his waist tightly where we sit, and he fucks me all over again.

  He tips me over the edge quickly and I push him down onto the floor where I straddle his hips and ride him. I drive him crazy with every swivel of my hips. And for the first time in my life, I allow a man to willing cum inside of me. Only because I'm on the depo injection. I'm not a stupid woman, I won't ever risk getting pregnant again. Unless it's what I want, of course.

  You never know, maybe one day I'll want that with Tank.

  Maybe.

  I used to love titty bars. Fuckin' loved lap dances from the more voluptuous girls. Skeletons never did it for me. I like women with real curves, real breasts. Girls who haven't had work done to their faces, trying to make themselves look beautiful. Never works, always makes them look like a melted Barbie Doll. Shame they don't see they're already beautiful.

  I also like my women to be drug-free. Can't fuckin' stand a druggie. What that shit does to the skin and body is sickening. But the girls here are not druggies, Shepard won't stand for that shit, and as the club owns this place we vet the women who work here. We don't give a shit what they do as long as they don't take drugs or fuck the customers on our time.

  I used to love these places, they were like a second home to me. Now? I feel like I'm cheating on Nova just sitting at the damn bar. I'm here with Gunner, Jett, Red, and Ace. It was Jett's idea. He's the only one out of the five of us who ain't attached. Gunner, Red, and Ace's wives don't care that they come to the titty bar, they all trust their men. They have no reason to doubt them, not one of those men would cheat on his wife.

  I'm not sure Nova trusts me enough yet to know I won't let anything happen here. She trusts that I won't touch one of these women, but she seems to be always looking at other women, trying to figure them out and what they're thinking when they look at me.

  I wouldn't say she's insecure, but I would say she's possessive. Trust me, she threatened to slap me a good one because I spoke to a young woman who bumped into me at the supermarket while Nova and I were shopping with Ember. All the girl did was apologize to me, I said it was okay, then I turned to put something in the cart, Ember laughing at me at the same time. Nova ground her teeth at me, eyes glaring at the young woman, who quickly scurried away.

  Nova told me then and there what she'd do to me if I ever did that in front of her again. There was just no talking to her. Something as simple as me saying two words to another woman set her off badly. She didn't talk to me for the rest of the day.

  I don't know what that's all about, but I soon made her see that I wouldn't stand for it. Of course, I don't like the idea of other men chatting her up and flirting with her, and I will kill any man I see doing it, so yeah, she has every right to tell me the same thing. But for simply accepting someone’s apology? Not a chance in hell.

  We fucked hard and long that night. It wasn't making love or even simple fucking, it was pure unadulterated mating. Two wild beasts attacking each other in the night. We needed it, whatever pent up frustration she was feeling, I fucked it out of her real good.

  You'd think Hammer would come out once in a while with us, wouldn't you? My brother hasn't left the clubhouse for anything other than club business since Cindy was killed. I've tried to get him to move on with his life, but he's told me on more than one occasion that he could easily rearrange my face.

  Nice, right?

  It's not my place to tell my brother what to do and when he should feel ready to move on, but he is my brother and I don't want this lonely life he's built for himself to take over. The club can't be the only thing he's living for.

  One of the usual dancers, Mix, shimmies up to me, plopping herself on my damn lap. Thank god Nova can’t see this. She'd kill the girl. I fully believe that.

  Every part of this woman is fake, inside and out. She's the ultimate bitch, and almost every unmarried brother has fucked her. Except me.

  Like I said, fake doesn't do it for me.

  Hasn't stopped Mix from trying to get on my dick every chance she gets.

  “Hey, sexy,” She drawls while sliding her hands up my chest. “Want a private dance? I could give you a dance like you've never had in your life.”

  What is it with this woman?

  “I don't think so,” I tell her while taking her arms and pulling her away from me. My eyes lock with Red's and the fact he's laughing to himself. He knows how hard this bitch tries to get me to fuck her. He's even joked that I must be dead from the waist down not to want to fuck her.

  Yeah, she's beautiful in her own right. Most men's fantasy. Huge tits, big butt, curves in all the right places. And you can call me a pussy all you want, but the only woman I want is Nova. She's fuckin' changed me in ways I never knew possible. I don't need anyone else but her.

  I ain't never really been the relationship kinda guy. Like I said before, I never connected with anyone. I wanted to, I looked for it, but it never happened. There was always too much pussy and all that. But I connected with my girl the second I laid eyes on her. I felt it deep inside of me, and making Nova mine means I don't need any other pussy but hers. She's it for me. Mine. And no one else could even come close to what we have. No one ever will.

  “Come on, Tank,” Mix huffs and folds her arms around herself while pouting. It's fuckin' comical to look at. I have no idea how old this woman is but I doubt she's any younger than thirty. Why the fuck she has to act like she's eighteen is beyond me. Jesus!

  “I think you should go find someone else, Mix.”

  “This is none of your business, Ace!” She snaps at him. Silly girl. He may have fucked her a couple times before he got with his old lady, but that doesn't mean this bitch has the right to speak to him that way.

  I grab her arms and shake the bitch back and forth. “You don't speak to my brother that way, bitch. You're a fuckin' whore, here to dance and show the damn customers a good time. You wanna keep your fuckin' job?”

  She nods, eyes wide, skin paled.

  Bitch knows the rules, needs to remind her-fucking-self that she's nothin' but a stripper! That's the profession she chose, no one else did it for her.

  “I suggest you apologize to Ace and mean it. You don't want...” And that's as far as I get before the bitch is ripped away from me by her hair. All eyes are looking at what's happening behind me, all eyes wide, mouths hanging open.

  I don't know why, but I know who it is before I even look. And I know she's pissed. I knew she would be if she saw Mix on my lap. Point is, I didn't think she even knew I was here.

  The fuckin' music has died, every damn person is watching my woman beat the shit outta Mix. Fuck, she's insane!

  “What is it with you sluts!” Smack. “Always touchin' what don't belong to you.” Smack. “Other bitches might turn a blind eye,” Smack. “But I won't. You ever touch what's mine again,” Nova grabs Mix's chin in her hand. The girl can hardly stand. Her face is covere
d in blood, she's hunched over from where Nova punched her in the stomach. “I'll kill you!”

  I think I'm a little in shock. Yeah, I've seen women fight before now, but I ain't ever seen anything like this. Who the fuck taught her to fight like this?

  Fight? That's a laugh. Mix hasn't got one hit in.

  “You might need to get over there, brother.”

  Jett's right, I need to stop this. Although, I don't see him trying to stop his little sister from killing the girl.

  Why is Nova even here?

  She spyin' on me?

  Even if she was, she caught you red-handed with a fuckin' stripper on your lap. If she suspected you of something, she found it to be true, huh, dickhead?

  Great.

  I jump out of my seat and race over to my girl. I grab her around the waist and lift her off of Mix, who's now curled up in a ball, trying to protect herself from Nova's beating, snivelling and sobbing. Wouldn't have killed her to try and fight back, the dumb bitch.

  “Touch my man again, and I'll kill you in the worst way!” Nova screams at Mix.

  “Calm down!” I hiss in her ear. She fights me as I drag her the fuck outta the club. Good thing we own this place and can keep this shit on the lowdown. Anyone calls the cops? I'll kill them. Simple.

  “Let go of me, you cheatin' bastard!”

  I chuckle to myself while dragging her down the alleyway beside the club and pushing her against the wall, holding her there with the weight of my body. “Wanna tell me what the fuck that was?”

  “Don't go there with me, Tank! You think it's fuckin' funny that I find you with a whore on your lap? You think I don't know where that was heading?”

  “Look at me,” She rolls her blue eyes and turns away from me. I grab her face, “I said, look at me!” She does. “First off, that bitch was already getting a piece of my mind.” She rolls her eyes again.

  Why the hell should she believe me? I'm a guy, she's already told me plenty of times how she's scared I'll find somebody better, how I'll leave her when I realize she's not what I want. Took me a while to get it out of her, but after the supermarket incident, I wanted to know what was going on in her mind.