Hell's Knights
God, yes! I lean forward, snaking my tongue out and sliding it across his head. He hisses and tugs my hair tighter, bringing my lips down over his cock. I wrap them around it, letting him slide into my warm depths. With a groan, he pulls his cock back out, and slides it in again, and again, and again.
“Fuck, sugar, so fuckin’ good.”
I whimper around him, and continue sucking hard and fast. My saliva lubricates him as the pace begins to quicken. I reach up, cupping his balls in my hand and rolling them, gently massaging.
“Fuck,” he groans.
I gently squeeze the tight sack, and he growls loudly. My head bobs harder, faster, until my mouth is sliding up and down his length with perfect rhythm.
“Fuck, goin’ to come, baby.”
I feel his cock swell against my tongue, then he comes, hot and hard, deep into my throat. I take all of him, swallowing every last drop and relishing in his growls and hisses of pleasure. When he’s gone soft, and he’s completely content, I slip my mouth from him, and he pulls his jeans up before taking hold of my shoulders and bringing my body up so we’re flush together. His lips graze my head, and he holds me close like that for a while. I can hear his heart thudding against my ear.
“Fuckin’ hate fighting with you,” he rasps. “But fuck, makin’ up is worth every second.”
I giggle.
So typical.
CHAPTER 19
PRESENT
“I didn’t talk to the fuckin’ pimp,” Spike says, taking a deep puff of his cigarette.
Cade growls at him, and Jackson pulls him back.
“Don’t play bullshit with me, Spike. You fuckin’ did talk to him.”
Spike smirks. “No, I didn’t. I spoke to his minions, who relayed his messages to me.”
“Then give us the fuckin’ minions numbers,” Cade snarls.
“Well,” Spike chuckles. “All you had to do was ask, buddy.”
The way he says it is so cold and emotionless. My heart hurts for these two men; it hurts because I know once they were so close. I wonder if Spike will ever forgive Cade? While the two are in different MC clubs, they all seem to have an unspoken truce between them. There’s not a huge hatred between the clubs, like there is with most. Perhaps that’s because there used to be such a bond, and deep down, neither of the guys truly want bad things to happen to the other.
“Don’t fuckin’ play with me, Spike.”
I put my hand on Cade’s arm, and he gives me a brief look. Spike watches the two of us for a moment, then he digs out his phone and rattles off a bunch of numbers. Cade takes note, then he turns to Jackson.
“Let’s go.”
“Thanks, Spike,” Jackson says, his voice gruff.
Spike shakes his head and then turns, heading towards the gates. Usually a Heaven’s Sinner wouldn’t be allowed in the compound, but Jackson made an exception for my safety. When Cade begins heading inside, I tell him I’ll just be a moment, then I turn and rush after Spike. He hears my boots crunching behind him, and I notice his shoulders tense up.
“What do you want, precious?”
I smile, completely enjoying the fact that he knew it was me even before I said anything. If Spike ever let me in, I imagine we could actually be good friends.
“Why are you such a jerk to him?”
He snorts, but keeps walking. I catch up, until I fall in step beside him. He looks at me from the corner of his eye.
“He deserves it.”
“He didn’t kill Cheyenne,” I dare to say.
Spike’s entire body stiffens, and he spins around, glaring down at me. “Don’t say her fuckin’ name. That name means jack shit to me now, and so does Cade.”
“We both know that’s not true. You’re as broken as he is.”
Spike lashes out, gripping my shoulder and hurling me up close. “Don’t pretend to fuckin’ know me. You’ll never know what I feel. You have no fuckin’ idea what pain is, girl.”
“I do,” I grate out between breaths. He’s hurting me, his fingers are pressing so deeply into my skin it burns. “I know because I’ve lived through pain. I know because I’ve put hate in front of feelings, so I didn’t have to deal with them. You’re not a bad person, Spike, and neither is Cade. He made a mistake; he lives with that every day. He sees her face each time he sleeps. He made a bad call, but he made it because he was trying to pull you out of a fucked up situation, that you put yourself in.”
Spike’s panting now, but his fingers ease up. “You’re dancin’ with the wrong wolves, girl. You don’t know me and what I’m capable of. Right now, you’re pushing my limits.”
“Do you think I’m afraid of you? I’m not. I’m not because I see the good in your eyes, the same good I see in Cade’s.”
He lets my shoulder go, and his eyes burn into mine. “Do you ever fuckin’ give up?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“Why me? Can’t you find someone else to try and make friends with?” he snaps.
“I could, but those people don’t need it as much as you.”
He grunts. “You have no fuckin’ idea what you’re talkin’ about.”
“Is that so? Then why aren’t you hurting me like you’ve threatened to do so many times?”
I know it’s a risk saying that, because he could very easily turn and give away my location because he wants to prove a point. His eyes flare, and his mouth forms a straight line, but something in his expression has softened just a touch.