Tiny

We rolled into the strip club’s parking lot just as a group of men were walking toward the rear of the lot. They looked like they were struggling with something, but in the dark I couldn’t see what it was. At least, not until our headlights flashed over the group. They had Missy. Fuck. Were we too late?

Scout was in the lead and he held up his fist, like he knew I wanted to ride over there and plow into the bastards with my bike. Then he pointed to the side where there was plenty of space for us to all park our rides together. The second I had my bike parked, the engine was off and I had my helmet on my seat as I strode toward my girl.

“Tiny, wait!”

I turned to face Scout, pointing the direction they’d gone. “They’ve got her. Right this very second they’re hurting my woman. Why the fuck should I wait?”

“Ten fucking seconds, Tiny. Do not kill them. We got plans for them and we need them to be breathing. Understand?”

“No guarantees, prez. I’ll try, but to keep her safe, I’ll do anything. And I’m not feeling real rational right now.”

“Fine, go get your girl. No fucking guns though. We don’t have any contacts with the cops this far out of Bridgewater and I’d prefer avoid that headache if we can.”

I gave him a chin lift just as a high pitched scream ripped through the air. Oh, hell no. I spun on my heel and sprinted across the gravel toward the sound. I could hear my brothers’ feet pounding the ground behind me and knew they’d have my back, even if I decided to slaughter every one of these fuckers who’d dared to touch what was mine.

Despite the fact I knew what they’d be doing, the sight that greeted me when I got behind that fucking shed had my stomach churning and my vision going red for a few moments.

“Get the fuck away from my woman.”

A few of the men standing around began to back away, and I saw from the corner of my eye that a couple of my brothers headed after them. The ones holding Missy stood proud, like they had every right to be doing what they were. The one standing in front of her glanced over his shoulder to me but didn’t turn his body. Fucker pulled his arm back and landed a blow against her stomach that left her wheezing for breath as he laughed.

“She ain’t yours. She ain’t nothing but a useless whore we’re about to put to good use.”

The man was a fucking idiot, and might as well have waved a red flag in my face. Keys rested his palm on my shoulder as he spoke near my ear.

“That’s her stepfather. Leave. Him. Alive. Trust me, what we have coming his way is gonna be so much worse than you killing him now.”

I didn’t bother answering him, just shrugged off his hand and strode forward. When I was only a step away, the fucker moved to the side to reveal the knife he now had pressed against her throat. Fear had her eyes wide open and she was clearly trying to push herself away from the blade that was already drawing blood as it cut into her skin, but the shed was stopping her from going anywhere.

Her shirt had been torn away beneath her jacket and the top of jeans had been sliced open far enough to reveal most of her bare mound. Had I been too late? Had they already raped her? Fury, mixed with agony and rage, blew up inside me and I moved before I realized what I was doing. In seconds, I had one hand wrapped around his wrist and the other in his hair, before I yanked him back from Missy as I crushed his wrist between my thumb and fingers. With a screech, he dropped the blade and started whimpering. Fuck that.

Releasing his most-likely broken wrist, I pulled back and landed a blow to his ribs that would have at least cracked a few of the fuckers.

“How’s it feel on the other side of things, asshole?”

When he just whimpered and tears tracked down his face I snarled in disgust.

“You’re not worth the effort it would take to kill you. No idea what my brother has planned for you, but I bet it’s gonna be fun to watch.”

With that, I brought his face down as I brought my knee up, and with a crunch that shattered his nose, he fell lifeless to the ground. Leaving him where he landed, I turned back to the trio still against the shed.

“I’m not feeling real charitable at the moment boys, I’d suggest you let my woman go and fuck off.”

As though they were waiting for instruction, they dropped their hands from Missy and dashed away. I knew Scout and Keys would handle them, or maybe Arrow and Keg. I really didn’t give a fuck as I rushed forward to catch Missy as she tumbled toward the ground now that no one was holding her up. She was still struggling to breathe from being manhandled with such force, and her face was red and swollen on one side.

“Ah, fuck, babe. I am so fucking sorry. Never again. I promise. This’ll never fucking happen again.”

She seemed even smaller than normal when I lifted her against me. With a groan, she curled one arm around her stomach while the other reached for my neck. Unable to reach high enough, she took a fistful of my cut and buried her face against my chest. Her whole body was shuddering, and I hoped like fuck she was crying and not convulsing for some reason.

A couple years back, the club had kitted out a cage as a sort of makeshift ambulance. It had come in handy a number of times already and when the vehicle pulled into the lot, I strode over toward it, more than ready to let Donna, Keys’ old lady who was a trained nurse, do her thing with my girl. The back doors opened and Bulldog jumped out and winced when he caught sight of me.

“Hop in, Tiny. We’ve got another cage coming for the trash and I’ll ride your bike home.”

More than happy to have the club’s VP ride my bike, after I got Missy settled on the gurney, I pulled my keys out and tossed them over.

“Thanks, brother.”

With a nod, he closed the doors on us, and whoever was driving revved the engine as I sat down next to Missy and stroked her hair as Donna started to do her thing.

“It’ll be okay, baby. We’ll get you home, back where you belong.”

She was still shaking and had a wild look in her eyes when I leaned in to kiss her forehead. When I pulled back, I saw Donna inject her with something that had her body relaxing and her eyes closing within seconds.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a light sedative. You doing okay, Tiny?”

I scrubbed a palm over the back of my neck. “Not really, Donna. Gonna be a good, long while before I’ll be able to close my eyes and not see her like that—eyes wide in fear and her clothes all torn. Can you tell if they raped her?”

I glanced up to Donna as she clicked her tongue before she answered.

“Her jeans were around her thighs, holding her legs together, so I doubt it, but I don’t want to go doing anything invasive to her at this stage. She’s gone through enough, and it won’t help her heal for me to do it now.” She paused as she took a pair of scissors and sliced down each side of Missy’s jeans to remove them completely. She then made a quick inspection of her from foot to hip before pulling a blanket over her. “There’s no clear sign of any injury to her lower half, aside from some bruising on her ankles, so I think it’s best if we wait till she wakes up and ask her. If she was raped, then we’ll deal with it.”

My mind was a swirling mess of guilt, mixed in with rage. If only I hadn’t been such an ass, she wouldn’t have been at that club in the first place. Wouldn’t have gotten hurt. I stroked her hair back from her face and lightly traced the swelling on her cheek. How could I have been so fucking cruel? I lowered my head to rest my forehead against hers as we drove the rest of the way back to the clubhouse.

Missy

With a groan, I slowly surfaced to consciousness. Damn, but I hurt all over. What the hell had happened last night? Blinking my eyes open, I saw I wasn’t in my bed above Sexy Legs, but in a room at the clubhouse. Oh, no. I slowly turned my face and found Tiny standing beside the bed, shirtless with his arms folded over his broad chest and a thunderous look on his face. With a squeak, I jerked and tried to move away. I didn’t remember how I ended up back in his bed, but I did not want a repeat of our last morning after. No way.

“Whoa, hey, Missy, stop. You’ll hurt yourself.”

Before I could get out of the bed, he was next to me, lying on the mattress with his arm keeping me flat on my back. I stilled, trying to process what was happening. Then, in a rush, my brain came online and memories of last night filtered through. Of seeing my stepfather at the club, of trying to run, then of being caught. With a gasp, I threw my arms around Tiny and pressed myself tight up against his big body, clinging to him as I fell apart. The tears came from nowhere but I couldn’t stop them. He shifted, lifting me into his lap as he moved from lying down to sitting. He was so much bigger than me, I felt like a kitten in his lap as he kissed my head and stroked down my back with his large palm.

When the storm finally passed, I stayed pressed against him, stroking my fingers over his bare chest as I listened to his heart beat strong beneath my ear.

“I’m sorry.”

At my hiccupped words, his body stiffened for a moment, before he hooked a finger under my jaw and tilted my face up so our gazes met. His pain and sorrow-filled gaze left me wincing.

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart. I was the one who was a bastard and ran you off. I can’t tell you how sorry I am. But why didn’t you ever tell me about your past?”

I squeezed my eyes shut, unsure if this was real or if I was dreaming.

“I didn’t want to think about it. I sure as hell didn’t want everyone knowing about it. They do now, don’t they? The whole club knows I grew up in that place.”

His hand moved from my face to stroke down my arm. “Not many know, but I’m sure they will soon enough. Nothing spreads quite like gossip in a motorcycle club, babe. But no one is going to think less of you for it. If anything, they’ll think more of you for escaping and getting free.” He paused and cleared his throat, making me nervous about what he was going to say next. “Missy, I need to know what they did to you last night.”

I looked up into his gaze again. “You saw what they did. My stepfather got his men to hold me down so he could strip and beat me.”

When he narrowed his eyes, it became clear what he wanted to know. “They didn’t rape me. I’m sure they intended to, but you got there in time.” I paused to chew my lower lip for a moment. “What made you come when you did, Tiny?”

I’d been sure he’d either not noticed I’d gone, or hadn’t cared that I’d left. Either way it had hurt deeply that the man who held my heart cared so little.

“I came as soon as I knew you were gone.”

That had me scoffing. “I was gone for nearly a week before you came for me. Try again.”

“Monday morning, I didn’t know what to say to you. Since I was due to leave on a run only a couple hours after you left, I figured I’d go and clear my head. Work out what the fuck I should do about you while I was on the road. We rolled back in last night, but I still had no fucking idea what to say to you, and I sure as fuck didn’t want to see you with any of my brothers. So I avoided the whore room all together, and the entire clubhouse by heading to Styxx. Keg went to the clubhouse after the run, and when Fawn told him that you’d gone, he came and found me to kick my ass for running you off. As soon as I found out, I went to Scout, and he pulled Keys in to track you down.”

Frustrated, I lightly banged my forehead against his chest a couple of times. “You are the most confusing man I’ve ever met. I can’t figure out what you want from me. What am I supposed to do now? Am I supposed to go back into the whore room as though nothing happened?”

The growl vibrated through his chest before the sound hit my ears.

“You’re no one’s whore, Mercedes. You’re mine, my old lady.”

I jerked away from him in shock. That he knew my real name and that he would choose a club whore for his old lady. “But that’s not allowed. And you told me―”

He rolled us over, so I was lying on my back with him looming over me, stealing my breath with how beautiful and commanding he looked.

“I was polluted as fuck Sunday night. And hung over as hell Monday morning. I can’t even remember all that I said, but the reason I got so drunk in the first damn place was because I couldn’t stand seeing you with those two Cowboys. Watching them fuck you, you enjoying it. It did my head in. From the moment I first saw you six months ago, you were mine. I was just too fucking stupid to accept it.”

My mind, and heart, were reeling. He’d just said what I’d always wanted him to say.

“Am I dreaming?”

He barked out a laugh and lowered his face to mine, his beard tickling my skin a moment before his lips pressed against mine. Heat rushed through me, heating me up from the inside out. With a moan I lifted my hands to run my fingers through his hair. My bruised stomach let out a protest, but I ignored it to focus on Tiny. His tongue licked over my lower lip, before I opened to him so he could thrust it in to dance with mine. My muscles relaxed as his scent and taste filled my senses. As the ache in my chest eased, I realized with a shocking clarity that I’d come home. This man above me was my center and always would be. That he actually wanted me back was more than I’d ever hoped for.

Breaking the kiss, he reached down to grab the bottom of the shirt I wore. It was one of his, so the thing was huge on me, and he easily pulled it over my head and off.

“So fucking pretty, babe.”

My cheeks heated as I blushed under his praise. Which was insane, given my experience, yet this man made me feel like a teenager with her first crush. His thumb brushed over my cheek.

“Love that I can make you blush. So fucking sweet.”

Before I could think of something to say, he lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me again. His palm covered my breast and he played as he devoured my mouth. By the time he moved his lips down my throat, I was panting and my pussy was throbbing for some attention. I groaned when his beard scraped over my sensitive nipple before the wet heat of his mouth covered the tender bud.

I wrapped my fingers in his hair and held him to me as he switched to my other breast to give it equal treatment.

“Please...”

I needed him inside of me, his cock filling me up and taking me. I ached to feel him within me.

“Some patience, babe. I’ll do you right.”

I tried to tug his hair to get him to move were I wanted him, but he was so much larger and stronger than me. He kissed his way down my torso, skirting around the large bruise on my tummy, as though I wasn’t trying to pull him up over me. When I realized what he planned on doing, my breath caught, and when he stroked his tongue over me for the first time, I released my hold on him to throw my hands out to grip the bedding as my back bowed. Pleasure sparked through my blood and I closed my eyes as Tiny covered my core with his mouth and set about devouring me.

Within moments he had me shuddering. For all my sexual experience, I’d never had a man go down on me. I’d given plenty of blow jobs to men since I’d been trained for it back as a young teenager, but none of the men in the commune had given a shit about whether the women who serviced them got off. Same here at the club. For the most part, they made sure I came when we fucked, but they’d never put their mouths on me like this.

Planting my feet flat on the bed, I rocked my hips against his face as he thrust his tongue in deep. On the third thrust into me, he flicked his thumb over my clit and I came apart, my channel clenching as I cried out his name. I vaguely heard him growl out my name, then somehow he got his jeans off and was up over me in moments. A grin spread over my face when he slid his cock in deep. Tender from my climax, I felt every inch of him as he penetrated me in one, smooth stroke. From the first time I’d had sex with Tiny, I’d loved how he filled me up completely. He was larger than any other lover I’d ever taken and it was as though I’d been built just for him, the perfect size to fit his length and width.