Chapter Five
Gorgon opened one eye, caught Legs staring at him, and sat up. He pulled off his shirt and cut, tossing them onto the floor. “Bring that pussy over here. I’m hungry.”
The delight on her beautiful heart-shaped face never failed to take his breath away. This twenty-four-year-old woman looked barely legal, which was one of the reasons she made so damn much money dancing, but she was no naïve little girl. There was fire inside her, and an intelligence that no one had ever bothered to help her uncover.
She climbed on top of him and straddled his chest, squeezing her tits together and rolling the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.
“God, I love to watch you touch yourself.”
“That’s why I do it.” She moved one hand to her clit and rubbed it slowly, up and down while she moaned softly, and his dick grew hard again. No surprise there. All he had to do was think about her and he was ready to fuck again.
“I love your body, Chloe. It’s so ripe.”
“I’m getting pudgy in the middle.”
He pulled her down for a rough kiss. “You are not. Stop saying that. Seriously. Women aren’t supposed to look like fucking sticks walking around. They’re supposed to be curvy with nice tits.”
She laughed. “The nice tits part is essential, right?”
“For me it is.” He grasped hers. “I love all of you, baby. Your nice tits, your round ass, and even your non-existent pudgy middle.” He patted her flat stomach. “Our customers certainly don’t mind your body, Chloe.”
“No, they sure don’t.”
“But I’m the only who matters, right?” Christ. He sounded desperate. This woman had crawled under his skin from day one. And one year later, she still had the power to make him babble like a lovesick teen. “Do you really care what any other man thinks of your naked body?”
“No. I only care what you think.”
That’s what he needed to hear, every single day. “Put your fingers inside yourself. I want to watch you play with yourself.” She complied, moving the other hand off her breast to slip two fingers into her wet hole. “Oh, God. Yeah. That’s it. Fuck yourself, Chloe. I want your juices dripping all over me.”
He could smell how ready she was, and he was crazy over it. Gorgon reached between her legs and grasped his cock, moving his hand up and down the length while she continued to rub her clit and slide her fingers in and out of her pussy.
“Don’t come. I want to do that with my mouth.”
“But I’m so close.”
“Then bring it here, baby.” He released his dick and grasped her hips, lifting her pussy over his face. Gorgon licked her labia, lapping up the juices before moving to her clit. He sucked it hard, alternating that with pushing his tongue as far into her hole as he could.
Chloe came so easily all the time, but he never tired of it. Her loud moans and the way she rocked her hips against his face sent his own arousal into overdrive. As soon as her moans changed, which signaled that her orgasm had begun to fade, Gorgon moved her off him and rolled her onto her back.
They hadn’t used condoms except for anal in months. Chloe was on the pill, and they were monogamous. Gorgon loved to fuck bareback at any rate because it was so incredible. He kissed her, shoving his tongue into her mouth and moving his lips overs hers until she writhed underneath him and bucked her hips against his dick.
Moving down her neck to her tits, he licked and bit her pink nipples. “I love your tits so fucking hard!”
“Fuck me, Gorgon. Please! I want your cock inside me.”
“I know what you want, baby.” He was ready to burst again, but it was fun to tease her like she did to him. The hotter he made her, the better his own orgasm. He licked the undersides of her breasts, returning to the nipples for a few more bites before he settled himself between her thighs and sank his dick deep inside her slick pussy.
“Oh God!” She clung to him, wrapping her thighs around his hips while Gorgon fucked her like a runaway train. He slammed into her wetness, rubbing her clit with his thumb and cupping her face with the other hand.
“You are so goddamn beautiful. You like this? This hard fucking?”
“I love it. Oh … please don’t stop!”
“Not until you come again.”
A strong climax rocked them both. He let it go on for a moment or two, holding back his own, loving the bliss on her face. When he withdrew, he flipped her onto her side and lifted her top leg before plunging his dick back into her. He gently lowered her leg, and cried out as the orgasm that had faded blew them both away with full force again.
Gorgon squeezed her top breast and bent her legs up even further, increasing the pressure of each hard thrust against that sweet spot inside her. When he couldn’t hold back any longer, he waited until her climax began to subside again before letting go of his own.
Coming inside her was what heaven must be like. He never tired of it. After he pulled out, he lay on his side and gathered Chloe into his arms. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
He rarely said it, and she only did when he said it first. But he understood her reluctance. She’d been through hell and was jaded because of it, but there were days when he wondered what he’d have to do to prove to her that he would kill himself before he’d intentionally hurt her?
And, at times like this, it was too easy to feel sorry for himself. He’d been through hell, too, and she knew the whole story behind that. When would she decide they’d both been hurt and betrayed, and now it was time for mutual trust? For them both to let go of the past and move forward, together?
“That was fabulous, Billy. Thank you.”
“It’s always fabulous with you.” He closed his eyes and concentrated on the good times they had. There were plenty of memories to choose from. One day, she would be able to let go of her past and give her heart to him completely. He would never stop waiting for that day.
****
When the MC had church with everyone, including the prospects, they used the large conference room at the end of the hall, in the wing that housed the offices. After everyone was seated and had their beer, coffee, or other beverage of choice, Tannin and Vassago passed out copies of Brad Harding’s mug shot that Rai had printed for them on a truly kick-ass multi-function device she’d bought for her office. The machine did everything except wash dishes, and Gorgon was fairly certain it would do that, too, if someone could figure out how to program it.
“This is the asshole who came in here last night, and who we need to never let in here again.”
“Who is he?” asked one of the newer prospects named Leroy.
“All you need to know is that we don’t want him in here. We don’t even want him in the parking lot. He’s likely not using his real name, so memorize this ugly face. If he tries to get in, detain him and call for backup. Under no circumstances is he to go near any of the sweetbutts, the dancers, the female bartenders, or any other woman under our protection.”
Gorgon eyed the group. “Got it?”
The men grunted and nodded their understanding. “Next order of business is an update on why Donny was here Sunday.” Gorgon nodded toward Vassago, who stood.
“For those of you who haven’t heard, Jennifer Wise-Minnick is dead. She was the CEO of Comfort First, an organic or some such shit clothing company that kicked back proceeds to Donny. Without Donny’s knowledge, the former Ms. Wise-Minnick made a deal with Vito for profits from the same company. She also helped get Timmy Bowling, the TV evangelist, and Wade Kramer, who started up one of those fucking tiny house companies, on board with Vito’s organization.”
“She was playing them both against each other?” asked Leroy.
“That’s right. Stupid broad thought no one would find out, but of course when Rai came here and we got the story from her about why she was running, we were obligated to tell Donny. Not only about the former CEO of Comfort First playing him for a chump, but that Vito had put a hit out on Rai.”
Vassago cut his gaze toward Tannin for a second. “You all know by now that Rai is Tannin’s old lady. You also know former prospects Mike Wellington and Todd Grainger were escorted out of here recently for trying to get Rai to fuck them in the mouth.”
He waited until the chatter died down “So Gorgon has asked me to include this reiteration of our rules. We take this shit very seriously. An old lady is a wife, as fucking legal to us as the piece of paper you get at a courthouse is. An old lady is a woman a patched Brother has laid claim to. No one else fucking touches them. No one else fucking threatens them. No one else even fucking eyes them. You all fucking got that?”
The men nodded or murmured their understanding.
“Okay. Timmy Bowling is in jail, accused of Jennifer Wise-Minnick’s murder. All you gotta know is that Donny has set this up. He also now controls Wade Kramer’s company. These men won’t rat him out because if they do, they’ll be dead before a US Marshall can hide them in West Bum-Fuck Egypt, or wherever the fuck they take protected witnesses.”
“What’s to stop Vito from ratting out Donny?” asked Paul, another prospect.
“Because Donny has Vito by the balls. He managed a hit on a woman who was under Vito’s protection, and managed to set up another person under his protection to take the fall, all before Vito could catch his breath. Vito crosses Donny, and the next person dead is Vito himself.”
“What about Rai’s marketing company?” asked Jinn, a patched Brother who was also their sound engineer. “Does she lose it?”
“Yeah. Pretty much. But her staff are being taken care of, and her other clients who weren’t on Vito’s payroll will also be taken care of. And, just so you all know, Rai is now working for Donny. She has an office here. So don’t fuck with her. Got it?”
It was no secret to any of them that Donny was heavy into Internet gambling. He also dealt in procuring clothing and other items from different countries at a sizable discount, shipped them to shops he owned in the US, and sold them for marked-up retail. He stayed clear of guns and drugs because they were, in his words, too obvious of a target.
Vassago took his seat, and Gorgon stood again. “I got one more thing to bring up. Nikki aka Tarot. I want her gone. Anyone have a problem with that?”
“Yeah,” said Jinn. “Who’s gonna read our cards if she’s not here?”
The men laughed. “Seriously,” said Gorgon, “she’s stirred up too much shit, and I’m tired of listening to the sweetbutts complain about how she pits them against each other. Plus, she doesn’t know to keep her hands or her eyes off members who have old ladies. We’ll put it to a vote. Those opposed…”
Some of the men, mostly prospects, raised their hands.
“Five against. Those who want her gone?”
The remaining patched members and prospects, totaling twenty-five men, raised their hands, including Gorgon. “The ayes have it.” Gorgon nodded toward Tannin. “The job is yours, Sergeant-At-Arms. She has family in Lorain, I believe. Make sure she has someplace to go before you escort her off the property.”
“Will do.”
Gorgon surveyed the room. “Anything else?” No one spoke, so he banged his fist on the table. “We’re done.” He side-stepped as many conversations as he could and made his way upstairs to his room, where he’d left Legs sleeping. He’d wanted to fuck her again this morning, but barely got up in time for the meeting he’d called. Ten in the morning was early when the club closed at midnight, and most of the people in the building stayed up until two or three.
The shower was on, and she was in there, singing some eighties tune. Gorgon locked the bedroom door and stripped off his t-shirt, jeans, socks, and shoes. He grabbed the bottle of lube and box of condoms from the nightstand drawer, and opened the bathroom door to a cloud of steam.
After placing the condoms and lube on the counter, he walked into the shower and wrapped his arms around Legs. “Miss me?”