Digger
Nine-ten, and Jonny headed for the door, Hawk and I on his heels. Just like he’d expected, the sedan had returned—but only because it had followed me from its spot outside my fucking house. The second I’d walked out and locked my front door behind me, I’d felt their stare. A quick glance down the street had confirmed my suspicion.
We ambled across the parking lot, and for a split second, I hesitated as realization of the stupidity of our actions sank into my head. What if they had guns and wanted us dead? A quick drive by, bullets flying, would easily drop just the three of us.
We all packed heat, but we were sitting ducks, our movements lit by the parking lot’s lights while they sat in darkness, possibly readying their firearms. The hairs on my neck stood on end.
“Jonny.”
My single word stopped him dead in his tracks. He glanced over his shoulder at me, brow raised. Hawk, too, stopped, turning to look at me.
I peered at the sedan, unable to see jack shit in the darkness beyond the parking lot as my breath fogged in front of my face. “I got a bad feeling about this.”
“What’s up, Digger?” he asked as I continued to stare at our watchers.
“They have the upper hand. If they think we’re going to start shit, they might try to finish it. Finish us.”
“Fuck.” Hawk’s word tore from his lips, and his hand twitched at his side.
“Don’t do it,” I said, my voice low, every muscle in my body tensed to grab my gun, same as Hawk. My legs flexed to spring into action if need be, but starting shit wasn’t in our best interest. “I think we ought to go back inside. Rethink this.”
“Jonny?” Hawk asked when he didn’t respond right away.
“I trust your judgment, Digger.” Jonny faced the sedan again, giving them his full attention for a few more seconds before turning back toward the club.
I gave my brothers a few paces’ head-start to make sure the sedan stayed put before turning my back on them. My ears strained for the shifting of gears, for tires crunching on gravel from behind me.
Nothing happened, and by the time I walked back into the club, the adrenaline in my blood needed to be used up. Mighty fucking fast.
We decided against a confrontation, I texted Maci. Be home in an hour or so.
We sat in Jonny’s office, my leg bouncing while we discussed what to do, how to approach the fuckers without them having the upper hand. Coming at them from all angles seemed our best option. If they went toward violence, at least they couldn’t take all of us out before we put some bullets in them as well.
Last thing we needed, though, were gunshots around the club. Only so many cops turned their heads and falsified reports because of the cash we dangled under their noses.
“We have to do something,” Jonny said, scrubbing a hand along the stubble on his jaw. “They’re badass-looking motherfuckers, and they weren’t sent here by Janie’s dad to keep an eye on her.”
Otherwise, they’d be on Hawk, not me. “The fuck they want with me?” I grumbled, my knee still trying to work out the adrenaline continuing to roll through my body.
“Don’t know,” Jonny said, “but we’re going to find out. Tomorrow. Nine.” He sat back in his chair. “I’ll grab a dozen other brothers, and we’ll set up a perimeter where the sedan usually parks. Coming at them calmly after you get here—hands empty—might keep things from getting carried away.”
Hawk nodded. “Worth a try.”
I heaved a breath. “Okay.”
“Go home. Both of you.” Jonny stood and moved toward the door. “Fuck the adrenaline out of your systems and get some sleep.”
I shot out of my chair, my lips twisted in a grin. “And if the fuckers don’t follow me here tomorrow night?”
“Then we shoot some pool and down a few shots of whiskey.”
With a nod, I made for the front door, Hawk on my heels.
The sedan’s spot sat empty.
****
Maci threw herself at me the second I walked in the front door, and our mouths collided as she wrapped her legs around my waist. One hand on her ass, I turned and flipped the deadbolt with my other. She grunted as I thrust against her, half-slamming her against the door.
“I fucking need you.” I damn near growled the words while trying to yank down my leathers to free my straining cock.
“Hurry,” she whispered against my mouth, her small hands finding their way beneath my jacket and over my flexing abs.
Maci didn’t have on a damn stitch of clothing beneath my t-shirt. The back of my shaking hand slid against her soaked pussy as I tried to free myself. “Fuck!” I cursed again while fumbling with my leathers.
She pushed my hands away, and I grasped her ass, stepping back enough she could help me out. A whimper escaped her as she, too, fought the clasp.
“Thank fuck.” I moaned as she finally freed my dick and stroked her hand down me.
I lifted her higher, and she squeaked as her back hit the door again. One thrust seated me halfway inside her soaked cunt. A second brushed the head of my cock against her womb.
“Oh, God!” She gasped, her head tipping back, and I pulled out again and slammed in a third time, drawn-up balls against her ass.
“Fuck!” We both cursed at the same time, and I captured her mouth, mimicking with my tongue what my cock did to her pussy—plunder and claim. Take what was needed. Burn off the need for action still singing in my blood.
“Goddamn you, little witch,” I said against her neck, my hips pistoning, spurred on by her whimpers, her cries. “You’re an addiction—” I thrust deep into her tight heat. “A fucking drug.” She gasped as I pulled out and slammed into her again. “You make me want things…”
“Digger!” Her pussy contracted around me, pulling me deeper, as her nails scratched down the shoulders of my jacket. “Fuck! Yes!”
With a growl, I gave over to the throb in my balls—only too late realizing I’d never put on a condom. “Fuck, Maci … my little, beautiful witch.” More words poured from my lips as I shot my cum deep inside her body, my legs threatening to buckle beneath me. “Goddamn you.”
My hips finally stilled, and I leaned my forehead against hers, both of us sucking wind.
She squeezed me tight with her legs before contracting her pussy walls around me.
“Fuck.” I growled, trying to thrust my semi in deeper. “The things you do to me.”
“Mmm.”
I leaned my head back to catch her smirk. “You okay?”
“Shit, yeah.”
“I didn’t wear a condom. Sorry … I fucking needed to be inside of you so fucking bad. Couldn’t think straight.”
“It’s okay. I’m clean and on the pill.”
“Thank fuck.” I heaved a breath and squeezed the plump flesh of her ass resting in my hands. “I get checked on a regular basis and haven’t been with anyone since my last bill of health.”
“Well.” She full-on smiled, dimple and all, while cupping my cheek in her palm. “That’s good, ‘cuz I fucking hate condoms. I loved feeling your skin inside of me. Nothing between us.”
I groaned and kissed her slowly, tasting the hint of hops on her breath. The emotion, the energy zinging between us, didn’t let up, and I found myself swelling fully again inside of her.
“Too sore?” I asked, making my way back to the bedroom with her hanging on my body.
“No.”
She’d left the bedroom light on, and I didn’t bother flicking it off. Needed her too damn badly again. Cradling her to me, I laid her down on her back and captured her lips, our combined cum easing out of her body making for one easy, messy fuck. The second she started to climax, I pulled out and flipped her onto her belly, lifting her hips high. Her cum pulsed from her swollen lips.
“Fuck me!” she shrieked while writhing in my hold.
I lined up, slammed in a dozen times, sending her over once more before allowing my balls their release. A deep growl rumbled my chest as I leaned over her, fucking into her hard and deep, milking my cock dry in her body. So fucking hot, so fucking wet.
My head spun like I’d downed one too many shots. Ears fucking rang like I’d spent a day on the shooting range without earplugs. Muscles quaked as if I’d gone at the gym hard for hours on end. My heart slammed in my chest, and I closed my eyes, propped on my elbows beside her head, trying to catch my breath.
Everything about Maci…
A shudder rippled over me, and I kissed the back of her head before climbing off of the bed to finally take my damn clothes off.
She lay like a dead body in the middle of my bed, limbs askew, hair a mess, my t-shirt pushed up beneath her armpits. My cum leaked from between her legs, dripping onto my comforter.
I grinned and turned toward the bathroom for a wet towel to clean her up. Fucking heaven, and no one on the earth would take her away from me.