Rust

by J. M. Walker

  But the guilt eating at my heart over what my brother wanted me to do stabbed me repeatedly. It wouldn’t happen. Kenny knew that but I had no idea how to lift the hit off the man sleeping beside me.

  I shivered, pulling Stone’s arm further around my waist and pushed my ass into his crotch.

  “Keep doing that, baby girl, and I’ll fuck that tight little hole of yours,” he growled in my ear.

  My heart jumped at his threat but I pushed my ass into him again. His cock twitched, the heavy length resting against my rear.

  “What did I say?” He landed a hard smack against the cheek of my ass.

  “That you want to fuck my ass,” I panted, my skin burning beneath his touch.

  “You say the hottest things.” He bit my shoulder, licking along the sting right after.

  “Every inch of me belongs to you, Stone.”

  “Hmmm ...” He snarled into my neck, pushing me onto my stomach. “Is that so?”

  A giggle escaped me.

  “You want me deep in your ass?” He covered my body. “You want me to fuck this tight little hole?” he asked, brushing his thumb from my tailbone to the crack between my ass.

  I gasped, arching beneath him.

  “Every inch of you belongs to me,” he said, repeating my words. “Fuck, Creena.” He shivered above me. “The thought that no man has been in this pretty little ass makes me fucking hard.” He pushed his thumb against the puckered rim.

  “I’m all yours, baby.”

  He groaned, replacing his thumb with the head of his cock. But he didn’t push into me. He only thrust his dick between the cheeks of my ass. “I can’t wait to fuck this tight little hole. I’ll make you feel good. I’ll make you beg for it. I’ll make it so every time I’m balls deep in your cunt, you’ll be pleading for me to fuck your ass.”

  I gripped the blankets tight in my hands, his words making my heart speed up.

  “Fuck, I love your ass.” His hot breath scorched my ear, his hips pumping faster.

  “Come for me.” I licked my dry lips.

  “Shit, Creena,” he groaned. “Spread your ass. Open for me.”

  I gripped the cheeks of my rear, baring all of me to him.

  “So damn beautiful.” His hand cupped the back of my neck, pushing my face into the mattress. “Fuck.”

  “Come for me,” I demanded, knowing he was close.

  “Creena,” he barked, his quick release coating my skin. “Shit, woman.”

  I grinned, my heart hammering against my ribcage. I could never get enough of him losing control for me.

  “So fucking beautiful.” He kissed the back of my neck before pushing himself off of me. “As much as I want to spend the rest of the night like this, we have shit to do.”

  I sighed, stretching my arms out beneath my pillow and watched him get dressed.

  Stone pulled on his jeans, the muscles in his tattooed arms rippling from the movement. The angel wings on his back flexed when he slid his shirt down his torso. I bit back a whimper, his nakedness now shielded from my eyes.

  “Get up, baby girl.” He met my gaze, raising an eyebrow. “What’s wrong?”

  “I don’t like it when you wear clothes,” I pouted. “But it does give me something to fantasize about later.”

  He chuckled. “You always know how to stroke my ego.”

  “I also know how to stroke—” A knock sounded on the door, forcing a curse from my lips.

  Stone laughed. “One second,” he called out. “Get dressed, Creena.” He closed the distance between us and pulled me from the bed before snuggling his face into the crook of my neck. “But don’t wipe my come from your ass.”

  “I wasn’t going to.” I kissed his neck, sinking my teeth into the thick muscle.

  “Fuck.” He shivered, taking a step back and handed me my clothes. “You’re my little minx, aren’t you?”

  I laughed, pulling on my tank top and leggings. “Come in,” I called to whoever interrupted our moment.

  “Hey, guys,” Brogan said, opening the door. “I’m sorry to interrupt but, Stone, Angel needs you and, Creena.” Her dark gaze met mine. “I need you.”

  “Okay, we’ll be out in a minute,” I told her, slipping on my boots and leather jacket.

  She nodded and left my room, shutting the door behind her.

  “Fuck.” Stone came toward me and captured my mouth in a hard, bruising kiss. “You look hot as hell.”

  I smiled against his lips. “Whatever happens ...”

  “Hey.” He pinched my chin, tilting my head back. “Whatever happens, we got this.” His hand slid to the back of my neck. “I promise you, once this shit is done, I’m taking you out of here.”

  I nodded. “Listen, we need to—” Another knock sounded. Shit.

  “We’ll talk later.” Stone kissed me hard on the mouth. “I want to make you scream out you love me again.”

  “Ass,” I teased, elbowing him in the ribs.

  He chuckled, nuzzling his face into my hair before landing a light swat on my ass. “Until tonight, baby.”

  “Until tonight.”

  He kissed my knuckles, grazing his lips softly over the scarred skin and left my room.

  “What the hell do you want that couldn’t wait until ... how about ... never?” he yelled to whoever was listening.

  I laughed and followed him when I was met by Brogan. “Hey, I’m sorry about earlier and for just leaving like that.”

  “No, I get it. Sometimes after all of the shit we deal with, we need a moment. I have lots of those.”

  I nodded in understanding. “Can I ask you something?”

  “Um ...” She chewed her bottom lip. “Sure.”

  “How are you and Coby doing?” I asked, not wanting to butt into my friend’s life but it was driving me fucking batty not knowing if they were going to make it.

  She gave me a small smile. “We’re working on it. I love him. What I had with Greyson, even though we were kids at the time, I thought maybe he could have been the one. I never told him that. Coby knows a part of me will always love him but I realized quickly that Greyson only wanted to get his dick wet. He’s an asshole but he’s family.” She laughed, her cheeks reddening. “God, I’m blabbing.”

  “I get it.” I laughed with her. “Your step-brother is a dick but his crew looks out for you.”

  “For us,” she corrected, squeezing my arm.

  I nodded. “I think we all need some time away after this.”

  “God, yes.” She shivered. “I just want Coby to take me away. I could lose myself in him, knowing I would be safe.”

  My heart stuttered at her confession. “Let’s get this over with then.”

  ***

  (Stone)

  “We’re doing this shit now?” I asked, following Angel outside and finding all of Vice-One standing off by the far wall.

  “Yes.” Angel rubbed the back of his neck. “I can’t go with you. If I don’t keep my nose clean, even though I’m retiring, Jay will kick my fucking ass.”

  Resounding grunts of agreement passed between all of us.

  “Does she know anything?” I had to ask, knowing that Tyler was her ex and caused quite the stir in their relationship.

  “She knows something is up but I haven’t given her specifics. Not yet anyway. She also made me talk to her dad.”

  “How did that go?” I couldn’t imagine he was all for us killing his vice-president.

  “He’s good.”

  Or maybe he was.

  “Tyler was kicked out but still acted as if he had some pull.” Angel tapped his temple. “The guy’s fucking nuts. Brian is on our side. I can’t say the same for the rest of his crew but he’ll deal with them when the time comes. Tyler is a dick and doesn’t follow rules. I don’t give a shit what this brings to our doorstep. This has moved far past their biker world.”

  “Who’s coming with Dale and me?” I asked, keeping my hands behind my back for fear I’d start twitching like a junkie in need of a
fix. You would think after the mind-blowing orgasms I just had I would be relaxed but knowing what was about to happen, I was strung the fuck out.

  “We are,” Lian and Henley both said at the same time.

  “Brogan and I are as well,” Coby added. “But we’ll be staying back and out of sight. I don’t want those fuckers knowing who she is.”

  “This will probably sound sexist and I know Brogan can handle her shit but that’s good.” A shiver of unease gripped my spine. “I wouldn’t want my girl in there, either.”

  Coby grunted. “Those men would eat them up no matter how strong they are.”

  “Truth.”

  “Sick fucks.”

  “Not sexist at all,” that was Lian, the large beast of a man who hardly spoke. “Although we aren’t safe, either. A place like that can do things to anyone. It doesn’t matter what you have between your legs.”

  “All right,” I said slowly, “let’s get this over with.” I clasped a hand on Angel’s shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. “We got this.”

  “I know.” He stared straight ahead at Dale who had been quiet the whole time. “Just bring our dickhead of a brother home.”

  “Who are you calling a dickhead?” Dale muttered, cracking his knuckles.

  “I just want to point out that no one knows about this,” Coby added. “Only Brogan. If word gets out we’re bringing Dale in ...” His dark eyes narrowed. “Let’s just say, I’ll love seeing you in my girlfriend’s chair.”

  I grinned. “I’ll enjoy watching that.”

  Coby’s gaze met mine, a slight twinkle shining behind the dark orbs.

  “All right, ladies.” Angel clapped his hands together. “Enough with the chit chat. We need to get this shit done and over with. We have more important things to deal with.”

  Yeah. Like a sweet delicious woman who finally told me how she felt about me. I would make good on my promise. She would be screaming out she loved me again by the end of the night, no matter what I had to do to get her there.

  “WE GO IN. Get it done. And leave. No small talk. Don’t make eye contact with anyone but him,” I told Dale once we arrived at the back of the jail. Tyler was still in the infirmary but we had been advised he would be brought out into the mess hall while Dale did what he had to do. This wasn’t the usual way we handled things. But when a fucker like Tyler messed with one of our own, we took them out. Dale took out Zane Birtch for Coby and Brogan. Now he would take out Tyler for his woman.

  Thanks to Brogan’s step brother, Greyson hooked us up from the inside. He had one of his boys who was currently behind bars pull some strings. Because of who Greyson was, they did everything they could to get recognized by him. Members of puppet clubs from all over the state would suck his dick if he let them.

  “Something’s wrong,” Henley mumbled to Lian.

  “You always think something’s wrong,” Lian threw back at him.

  “Nah, man, this shit isn’t right.” Henley gave himself a shake. “Fuck. I need to get laid.”

  “How can you think about pussy at a time like this?” Lian smacked his arm.

  “I always think about pussy.” Henley glared at his best friend. “Especially one who’s warming the bed we left her in.”

  “You guys good?” I barked, not needing their distraction.

  “Yeah,” they grumbled in unison.

  “Dale.” I turned back to our brother and cupped his nape, leaning my forehead against his. “I know you’ve been through shit but remember why we’re here.”

  “I know,” he said, his voice calm and even.

  That made me nervous. “Are you good?” I asked him, giving his neck a squeeze.

  “Yup.” He pulled away. Leaning his head from side to side, a slight crack reverberated into the open air.

  “Say it again,” I demanded.

  “Go in and get out.” His eyes narrowed. “I have a woman to go home to now. We all do. We need to be safe and quick.”

  “Yes.” I glanced at both Henley and Lian. “You got our backs, right?”

  They looked at each other before turning back to us.

  “You bet your fucking ass we do.” Lian shook his arms out. “I’ve been itching for a good fight.”

  Henley pointed at him. “Careful. This fucker loves a good rumble. He gets off on this shit.”

  Lian only grinned.

  Little did they know that so did I. I always loved a good fight. I enjoyed feeling the bones break beneath my touch.

  “Let’s all come out alive,” I told them. “I don’t want to die before my shit with Creena is just starting to get good.”

  “So fucking true, my man.” Henley hopped from foot to foot, leaning his head from side to side. “I’m ready.”

  My gaze flicked to the black SUV sitting in the parking lot. Knowing Coby and Brogan were in it, along with Greyson and some guys from his club sitting around the building, I felt better. A little bit. Not enough, but it would have to do.

  All of us knew this wouldn’t go over well in the biker community. No matter what Tyler did, there would be people attempting to avenge him.

  I knuckle rapped the door. “You good?” I asked Dale.

  He nodded once. “I have to avenge my girl.”

  My heart jumped. Knowing how he felt, I only nodded back.

  The guard who owed Greyson a favor let us in the back. We quickly made our way down a long dark hallway. The closer we got to the end, the louder the voices became. I hadn’t been in a jail in years. Only having visited a couple of times due to some old friends making poor choices and all, I had never actually been in on the inside.

  “You got my back?” Dale asked, stepping in front of me.

  “I do.” I clapped him on the shoulder. “Let’s just say, I know how you feel.”

  He grunted. “That’s a story for another time I imagine.”

  “Yes. Over a shit ton of alcohol too.”

  “Sounds like a date,” he muttered.

  Once we reached the end of the hall, a guard on the other side of the secured door unlocked it and pointed down another hall.

  “The mess hall’s in there,” he told us. “Get in and get out. My ass is on the line and if you stay longer than allowed, you don’t know me.”

  “Understood.” I held up my hand to Lian and Henley, stopping them from following us.

  They stayed back, waiting and watching while Dale and I went ahead. Knowing this was something Dale had to do on his own, I let him step in front of me. I nodded once to the guard standing outside a double set of doors.

  He opened them, revealing around thirty men who would make Satan himself weep with fear. Gang members, murderers, rapists, all in for different reasons but in this room for one sole purpose. To see Tyler get his. Most of them had no idea who the hell he was. Most didn’t care. They were in it for the fight. The blood. The scent of death permeating through the air as my brother took away from Tyler the very thing that touched his girlfriend. His soul.

  Maxine was strong but not strong enough. She should have killed him when she had the chance but it wasn’t how she was wired. So, us being good guys and all would finish the job for her.

  “Mmmm ... fresh meat,” someone said, the underlining hint of lust slipping from his tongue.

  Dale growled beside me.

  “Leave it alone,” I told him. “We’re not here for them. They don’t give a shit about us. They want blood.”

  “I shouldn’t be here,” Dale finally confessed.

  “Little late for that now, brother,” I said, glancing back at Henley and Lian standing at the double set of doors.

  “I know.” Dale blew out a slow breath, his mouth turning up into an evil grin.

  I followed his gaze. Tyler sat in a wheelchair across the room, surrounded by several men. It looked like they were playing poker or some other card game. It could have been Go Fish for all I knew.

  “Maybe I should let him finish his game first.” Dale rubbed his chin. “Nah.” He took a ste
p toward the bastard who tried to take his girl from him. A man who had also destroyed a part of Jay. A man who, with the help of Tina Birtch and who the fuck knew who else, ruined so many young lives.

  “Remember what he’s done. Use that. Let it fuel you,” I said low enough for only Dale to hear.

  He nodded.

  “Tyler, Tyler, Tyler,” he tsked, shaking his head while he walked up to the guy Max had put in a wheelchair. “Looking a little limp, I see. How are the legs?”

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” Tyler growled, placing his cards on the table in front of him. “Did you do something stupid enough to finally land your ass in jail?” His gaze flicked to mine. “Where you all belong.”

  Dale laughed, pointing at him. “He’s a funny guy.” He turned back to Tyler. “Your ass should have been thrown in this place years ago. Let’s see—” Dale tapped his chin. “Probably since the first time you hit Jay. You’re lucky it was only your dick that was blown off.”

  Laughter sounded throughout the room.

  Tyler’s gaze hardened. “Fuck you.”

  “No.” Dale rested his hands on the table, leaning toward Tyler. “Fuck. You.”

  “How did your girl look after I beat her ass? I bet those purple bruises looked hot as fuck against her pale skin.” Tyler smirked, rubbing his jaw.

  A hard growl left Dale, his shoulders pulled back taught and stiff. “How does it feel pissing into a bag? I bet a paid whore couldn’t even get you up.”

  Tyler’s jaw clenched, his gaze flicking to somewhere over Dale’s shoulder.

  While Dale was egging Tyler on, something out of the corner caught my eye. A smaller guy, maybe a buck fifty at the most, was shifty on his feet. His gaze kept moving back and forth, his hands rubbing his neck and pulling at his clothes. He was nervous and strung the fuck out. A couple other guys stepped up behind him and that was when I saw it. The scrawny fucker had a shiv and was heading right for Dale.

  Before I could comprehend what I was doing, I was on him. With my fist cracking against his jaw, I brought my knee up and bounced his face off of it. All hell broke loose at that point. The guards yelled, demanding for us to get out of there but the inmates blocked the entrance to our freedom.