Chapter 31
Slick
The women have taken their enforced sojourn off the compound surprisingly well, but of course, knowing the destination had done much to smooth the way. We’d had considered an alternative option. Snake had offered for them to go to San Diego, although that was quickly dismissed. The Cali chapter has indeed redeemed itself lately, but none of us can forget, or forgive them for offloading Buster on us, and there’s a lingering fear in the back of our minds that they might not treat their women as well as we do.
Yeah, Red is a much better choice. Wraith knows him well and that he runs a tight ship. Joker and Lady, who’d patched over from Vegas, had given us a rundown of their brothers there too, and vouched that they’d be hands-off the old ladies. Perhaps not so much the sweet butts, but then, that’s their job.
Vegas seems to sound attractive to the girls, and I make a mental note to give Ella some money so she can enjoy herself while she’s there. It could be the break and a change of scenery that both she and her sister need. Maybe when all this is over we’ll stay on for a bit in one of the fancy hotels. Hmm, that’s an idea.
If it wasn’t for the fucking Herreras we wouldn’t be having to send them away. While I might trust Red and his crew, I’d rather have my girls close and protect them myself. But the meeting last night and the bizarre request from Leonardo had unsettled us all. Essentially, it seems we’ve been employed as a hit squad to take out rogue members of their family. An assassin for a crime family? Never could have seen myself being that.
As well as planning how we’re going to take the Herrera men out, we also have to prepare on the assumption that the whole thing’s a sham. Brothers were vocal around the table, many convinced it was a set up. The likelihood of a police raid on the compound combined with the possibility that the Herrera’s want to catch us wrongfooted had led to the unanimous vote in favour of moving the women and Amy away from Tucson. If we had a fight coming to us, we’d breathe easier if we didn’t have to watch our old ladies as well as our backs. The plain truth of the matter is none of us know who we can trust. The idea that Leonardo is using us to take out the trash, and then set the cartel on us to enact revenge cannot be dismissed. While the Satan’s Devils and Herreras have jogged along well enough up to now, keeping our businesses separate, we’re still the second power in Tucson. It might be a way for him to get us out of the way. On the other hand, there are indications he’s told us the truth—the names on the USB key had matched those given to us by Diego. The additional information, their addresses, will save us time trying to find them. Although Mouse has been digging, all their properties are in the names of corporations.
While we kept it upbeat with the women around, all brothers are aware that this is one fight where we might not be coming back. But, fuck, we knew the risks when we entered this life. The most we can do is ensure our loved ones are safe.
I might not be able to tell Ella why she has to go, but knowing she’ll be worried about staying in yet another biker club—fuck, she’s only just becoming more comfortable here—I try to give her the reassurance that she’ll be safe. Personally I have no worries on that score, especially after I saw her taking on Drum. Fuck me, that was a sight I hadn’t expected to see. She’d been like a mama bear protecting her cub when she’d seen him advancing on Paladin and her sister. The spark I originally saw in her is starting to come back. Yeah, she might not appreciate it yet, but I reckon she’s going to be just fine.
But I’m still worries, she’s only just starting to fit in here and now I’m sending her away.
And in the meantime, I’ll be getting paperwork sorted. The club lawyer’s coming around later, a chance for us all to update our wills, Heart’s omission to mention Amy in his a timely reminder that it needs to be done. I’ll be changing mine, to ensure Ella’s provided for should anything happen to me.
Walking out of the meeting with my hand on the small of her back, I feel the tension radiating through her clothes. Shaking off my sombre mood, I smile, knowing there’s a way I can comfort my woman and ease her concerns, and my very willing cock twitches, showing he’s entirely in agreement. I give her fair warning, leaning down and whispering in her ear, “Gonna fuck yer babe.” As I feel the shiver run through her, and know she’s on board, probably thinking like me, we need to make the most of the time we have together before she has to leave.
“I need to check on Jayden.” Yeah, she’s going to make a great mom, her first thought is always for the youngster in her care.
I glance around the clubroom, seeing her sister and Paladin in the small area off to one side that holds the pool table. Nudging Ella in that direction, we wander on over. Paladin and Jayden are standing, leaning with their backs against the wall.
“What are you two up to?”
“Waiting to play pool,” Jayden replies to her sister with a grin.
“Waitin’?” I can’t see anyone else playing.
Paladin can’t stifle his laugh. “Yeah, soon as Hyde’s finished we can start.”
Now I see what I hadn’t noticed before—Hyde’s crouched on the floor with a bucket, carefully washing the balls with a sponge. He’s got a cloth beside him, and each one he polishes carefully as he dries it off.
I give a chuckle. “Really, Paladin?”
From the look he gives me, he’s unrepentant. Hell, let him have his fun. When he was a prospect we gave him all kinds of shit jobs.
“Never seen balls cleaned before.”
Ella’s innocent comment has us all cracking up. “You can wash mine anytime you fuckin’ like,” I whisper, but not quietly.
Jayden’s hand covers her mouth. “Ewh,” she exclaims. “Too much information, Slick.” As she gives another girlish giggle I realise she’s not had much enjoyment of late. I throw Paladin a chin jerk.
Ella’s gone bright red and seems incapable of speaking. “Jayden, we’re going on up to the suite for a bit.”
“I’m happy down here. I’ll give you some time.”
“Jayden, we’re not…”
“Ella, I’m not stupid.” She laughs at her sister. “Just let me know when it’s safe to come back.”
And at last I get my embarrassed as hell woman to myself. Or, then again…
“Hang on, Slick.” Ella’s holding me back. “Jayden, guess what? We’re going to Vegas! Us and the other women. What do you think about that?”
Jayden’s mouth drops open and it takes her a moment to process the news. Then she squeals. “When?” She’s jumping up and down with excitement just like the kid she is. The sight doing some to ease my frustration at the delay.
Ella shares the details she knows and we leave Jayden with eyes bright and glowing, and regaling poor Paladin all the things she wants to do while she’s there. Poor lad isn’t quite sure what to do with an over-enthusiastic teenager. Throwing him a sympathetic grin, I lead Ella away.
And, finally, I have my old lady to myself.
Knowing I’m going to miss her like fuck, I’m determined to make good use of this time when the whole bloc is empty and I won’t have to smother her cries. Fuck, I’m planning on making her scream so loud they’ll hear her down at the clubhouse. Yeah, I’m going to give my lady some good loving. And then I’ll do it all over again tonight. Any plans she’s got about going out on the town in Vegas will need to be put on hold until she can walk properly again. Hmm, that will be my fucking send off.
I’m grinning like a loon as we walk out into the sun. She snuggles into my side, her hand wandering under my tee. Any worries about going to another chapter seem to have dissipated some with the delight of her sister and, hopefully, the promise of what she’s got coming.
As we walk into my room she turns toward me and lifts her face. I don’t disappoint, my lips come down and meet hers, taking her mouth in a ravishing kiss. My tongue swirls with hers, but as always, trying to be gentle, wary, and unwilling to come on too strong and scare her or push her away.
We undress each other, both equally eager to dispense with our clothes, and naked we fall onto the bed. I twist so I’m on the bottom, taking her weight on mine. She sits up and looks at me boldly, her small hand tries to encircle my thick dick. Lifting my head, the erotic sight has the predictable reaction as my cock swells and jumps under her touch.
“Hmm,” she says cheekily, her eyes on mine. Then as she glances down, seeming to take delight in the way he stirs in her hand, “I love my biker’s cock.”
“Just a cock darlin’, ain’t no biker makin’ love to you. Just me.”
Her eyes narrow, and her head tilts to the side. “What do you mean, Slick?”
I sit up, my hand curls around the back of her neck, and I bring her head forward so I can kiss her again.
“We make love,” I explain. “I don’t fuck you. I don’t need to.” At her look of concern, I hastily reassure her, “I’m your man.”
She’s quiet for a moment and is biting her lip. After a few seconds, something flares in her eyes as realisation sets in. “You’ve been holding yourself back?”
“Yeah, but ain’t no fuckin’ problem, babe, so don’t worry your little head about it. Makin’ love with you is fuckin’ out of this world. I don’t want, or need, anythin’ else.”
Her teeth worry the rim of her mouth again, and I wish I knew what was going through her head. After staring at me for a few seconds, she swallows. “What if I wanted you too?”
“Wanted what?” Is she saying what I think she is?
A slight hesitation, then, “What if I want you to fuck me like a biker?”
Fuck! She doesn’t know what she’s asking for. To ask me to fuck her the way I like to fuck? Hell. To let loose my inner beast? “You’re not ready for that,” I reply through gritted teeth. Fuck, but she’s tempting me.
“If I’m not now, I’ll never be.” Suddenly she shoots her arms out to the sides causing her breasts to jut out. She leans back her head and grins wider. “Take me Slick, I’m yours.”
Fuckedy fuckedy FUCK! Oh yeah. Still trying to restrain myself, I look for the signs that show she really wants this and is not simply trying to give me what she’s not ready for yet. Her eyes are wide and her nostrils are flaring. Her chest’s rising and falling faster than normal, there’s a pink flush to her skin, and every breath I take in is tinged with the scent of her arousal. Yup. She’s glowing with excitement, and there’s nothing to suggest fear. Fuck!
Giving a wicked smile, I ask, “You wet for me, darlin’?” As she dips her head I continue, “Show me.”
Jesus! Without needing any more prompting, she slides her fingers through her slit and raises her slick fingers as though in an offering. I grab her hand and bring it to my mouth, sucking her salty tangy essence onto my tongue. Her flavour on my taste buds has my cock weeping. The grin on her face broadens.
It’s like she’s challenged me, and I’m going to pick up that damn gauntlet. Normally keeping my movements slow and gentle, this time I shoot out my arm, grabbing her hair and twisting my fingers in the strands. I bring her head down and onto my cock.
“Suck me,” I demand.
I’m monitoring her so carefully, if she makes any protest I’ll let her up, not wanting to force her, but fuck, her mouth takes me in and she’s sucking and laving. I push her down harder, and she takes more of me in. I let her up when she gags, ready to stop, but she’s pulling against me, moving her head down until she can take me in once again.
Her mouth feels wonderful, so different from the whores. She learns fast by my reactions, my gasp as she licks the sensitive part under the head has her going back and finding that place once again. Now her tongue’s found my piercing and she’s toying with that.
My hands jerk and push her down, an unconscious reaction, which makes her gag once again. As I use her hair to pull her away ready to call a halt to something she’s finding uncomfortable, but fuck me, she gasps out, “I don’t know what to do, Slick.”
“Breathe through your nose,” I rasp back. If my woman wants instruction I’m all for complying.
And fuck, she tries my suggestion. Taking me in as far as she can, her hands massaging my balls. Fuck, shit. I can’t take much more. “Wanna come inside you, babe.” If she doesn’t stop right now…
I twist her hair and she stops. Now I take hold of her, lifting then roughly slamming her down on her back. And fuck me, she laughs. I grab a condom and sheave myself fast, then forcefully pull her legs up, putting them over my shoulders. As my body leans forward she’s totally exposed. Glancing down I see her slit’s ready and weeping.
Precum dripping from my slit, I can’t wait any longer. Placing my tip to her hole, I push inside her, bottoming out in one thrust. Her gasp of delight is all the encouragement I need to let myself go. Powering from my hips I hammer inside her, my piercing hitting her sweet spot every single time.
There it is. She’s screaming my name.
“Slick, Slick. Oh my God, Slick! Slick! Don’t stop.”
I have absolutely zero intention of doing so. Holy Christ she feels fantastic. I lean my weight on one elbow, moving one leg so my body twists and I can get deeper. She sucks in air and there’s my name again. Another loud cry.
I tweak one of her nipples, and then the other. She thrusts her breasts toward me so I pinch harder, rolling each nipple between my finger.
“Slick, God, Slick!”
Continuing to jack hammer inside her, I fuck my woman until I’m just God as she screams out, “God, God!” and her body goes rigid. Her muscles tighten around me as she stops breathing and holds in her breath. And now she’s spasming, and oh fuck what her muscles are doing to my cock. Quickly reaching my hand down I squeeze the base tightly, willing myself to stop from shooting my load too quickly. I’m not finished yet.
I slide out and turn her over, pulling up her hips so she’s face down on the bed. Without wasting a second I plunge back inside her. She cries out in amazement as I push through her now swollen folds.
Now it’s back to Slick, and I have aspirations to be a deity again. I put one arm around her chest and pull her to me as I sit back on my heels. She’s on my lap, my cock as deep as possible inside her, her back tight against my chest.
I start pulverising that sweet pussy, my hips working like pistons, jerking up inside her, nailing that sweet spot with my piercing over and over again.
Her cries are almost continuous. Yeah baby, let everyone know I’m fucking my woman.
My movements are automatic, my fingers pinch her nipple, then with my free hand I encircle her neck before I realise what I’m doing. But fuck me, her muscles squeeze my cock harder in response so I apply a little more pressure, just to show her who’s in control, not to restrict her airways.
With her pulsating cunt I’ve got little chance. But fuck, she’s with me, those tell-tale signals she’s coming again. I try to hold off, and thank fuck I’m God all over again as she screams her release, her cunt squeezing and releasing as waves of ecstasy roll through her.
I don’t have a chance. I let go, flooding the condom, my hips bucking as I give her all I’ve fucking got.
Gradually my arms relax my hold and she collapses face down on the bed. Slipping out gently, holding the condom in place until I’m out, then tie it and chuck it in the trashcan. Manoeuvring us both, I lie down beside her, pulling her into my arms. She’s breathing fast as though she’s run a marathon, and my lungs are heaving in time. Fuck, I can’t remember a time when it’s ever been so good. The things I did…
Yeah, the way I’d held her, used her… “Ella, are you alright?”
Her breathe hitches as she answers, “Alright?”
I try to read something into that one word. Nervously I ask, “Did I hurt you? Scare you?” Fuck, I got carried away.
She turns over to face me, placing her hand to one side of my face. Her skin’s shining with sweat, her cheek’s reddened with effort. “I think you darn near killed me, Slick.”
I’m still uncertain. “Are you okay?”
“Okay? O-fucking-kay?” She chuckles, and her eyes twinkle. “You can give me biker loving anytime you like, Slick. Wow.”
I roll my head back as I sigh with relief. “You know,” I start, looking at her once again, “I was going to give you spendin’ money to take to Vegas.” Her brow creases and her eyes narrow as I continue, “But now I don’t think I’ll bother.”
“What are you talking about?” Confused she gives a little shake of her head.
“Another few bouts like that darlin’, and you’ll be unable to walk for days. It would be a waste as you won’t be able to go out.”
She pushes me and I roll onto my back, then she sprawls on top of me. “Oh yeah? Can you keep your promises, biker?”
Oh fuck yeah. Just watch me babe.
I run my fingers through her hair—it’s grown a bit, still jagged at the ends though, and just touches her shoulders. I remember how long it was when I’d first met her. Idly stroking the strands I ask, “You gonna grow your hair back long again babe?”
She shudders, her mirth disappearing and a heaviness comes over her as she gives me the chilling explanation. “No, Slick. Never. They… They pulled my hair and used it to control me.”
Oh fuck. And I’d been dreaming of doing exactly that.
“Shit babe.” I tug her into me and hold her close, hoping I haven’t completely destroyed the mood. “Babe, keep it as short as you like.” And then I kiss her, she begins to respond and, as my dick stirs, I know what to do to wipe all thoughts of the Rock Demons out of her head.