CHAPTER TEN
Zeek
WAKING UP I CAN HEAR IDLE chit chat and commotion from outside the bedroom door. Sitting up I groan, my body hurts to no end, and my side where the bullet went through burns like a motherfucker.
Jillian stirs from the other side of the bed, a soft sigh falling from her lips that has my dick instantly at attention. I’d do anything to slip my dick inside her wet cunt. Even if I could just rub in between those pink lips, nudge it against her opening slightly…
I grab at my crotch, and close my eyes. Mentally counting to ten or some shit. We need to get out of here, not fuck like rabbits.
The door to the room opens, grabbing my attention. A slender redhead walks in, wearing untied leather boots with green ripped shorts. Her tits are spilling from her green top and little freckles dust her body.
Her lashes flutter as a small smile fits her too sharp of a face. “Oh, sorry about that. I thought this was someone else’s room.”
“Not a problem. We’re just leaving.”
Her tongue spreads along her bottom lip, her eyes flicking to behind me before meeting mine again. “Well, I hope I’ll see you again soon.” She winks and walks out.
Looking behind me to see what caught her attention, Jillian is sitting on the bed awake, the blanket pulled up to her chin with both hands, the look on her face falls somewhere between pissed and maybe jealous? I can’t tell, I’m shit at reading women.
My eyes catch the bathroom across the room at the same time my side itches. Lifting my shirt there’s dried blood around the gauze. I know I’m not supposed to get it wet, but I need a fucking shower. Wincing, I stand and step toward the bathroom.
“I’m getting a shower,” I announce.
Flipping the switch on the shitty bulb from above illuminates the greasy ass bathroom. Turning on the shower, I strip down and step in. Making sure to keep my gauze away from the steady stream of water.
My hard as a boulder cock is becoming painful, the cold water doing nothing to subside it. Having enough of the cold water I climb out of the shower and grab a towel from the rack. Wrapping it around my waist, my dick now sports a tent. I head into the room in search of a clean shirt, and find Jillian still sitting up on the bed. Her eyes wide, her cheeks flush that cute as hell red, before she turns her head. I can’t help the arrogant smirk that splits my face.
“What is the plan today?” she asks, still looking the other way. Her avoiding eyes starting to piss me off.
“You can’t look at me and ask that?”
She rolls her eyes, her hands fidgeting.
“Put some clothes on and maybe I will,” she scoffs, like me wrapped only in a towel is unappealing. She’s pissed off about something.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing other than the obvious.” She narrows her eyes, her eyes drifting downward. Following her line of sight, I notice her eyeing my junk. Glaring back at her I raise a brow in confusion. Since when does my cock disgust her? “I get it, she’s hot.” She adjusts her top, and fluffs her hair.
“Who was—” That’s when I realize she is jealous over that redheaded chick and feels insecure. I don’t get how she feels like that when she’s around slut candy. They are used and worn out, and have to try ten times as hard to look half as good as she does. It pisses me off. How many times do I have to pound it into her pussy that I want her, and only her?
“This,” I grab my hard cock. “Is because I want you, not her.” Climbing onto the mattress I loom over her, and grip her by her long hair, forcing her to look me in the eyes.
“You’re jealous, baby.” I point out. The corner of my mouth turning into a smirk. I can’t help it. To know she is jealous makes me feel good.
She rolls her eyes, trying to pull from my grip. “Hardly.” Her tone is not very convincing, but her sarcastic bullshit is grating on my nerves. “Does someone need the hate fucked out of her this morning?”
Her lips part, her eyes wide like a little doe. Suddenly her eyes narrow, and her mouth snaps into a thin line.
“Screw you, Zeek! I’m not like those girls. I’m not a slut.”
I strengthen my hand in her hair and pull her lips a breath away from mine.
“Oh no, baby, you’re much worse than that. You’re a narcotic, and the worst kind at that. One that is eating me from the inside out. You make me weak, a starving man willing to do anything for his next fix. And eventually…” I move in between her legs, occupying her space. Her mouth parts as she takes in a sharp audible breath. “You’re going to destroy me from the inside out.” Her back is against the wall, her hands against my chest. But those lips are swollen and begging me to take them, her eyes hooded with lust. Using my free hand I run my thumb along her bottom lip, my forehead resting against her. “But without the drug, the addict wouldn’t exist.”
A moan spills from her mouth, her body arching into mine as I convey to her that we both need each other. Regardless if we’re good for one another or not.
Grinding my hips, my thick cock presses against her just right, and her eyes roll into the back of her head. The towel drops to the bed. Swirling my hips once more, her body bucks against mine, her hands lift in the air strained and stiff. Like she can’t decide if she wants to push me away, or claw me with carnal need.
“Don’t try and resist me, we’re way past that,” I breathe into her ear before nipping it. My heart beats wildly though, nervous she might come to her senses and actually push me away.
“You have no need to be jealous, baby. You’re the one I’m going to be with at night, you’re the one I love, and you’re the one I’m about to fuck.”
Palming her neck I pull her lips to mine, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth before diving my tongue into her mouth, tasting her, committing that taste to memory.
The pants on her are so big I pull them off in one swift yank, exposing her dainty panties. Running my palms up her silky legs, I wrap them around her thighs and squeeze her ass cheeks. Her head falls back from the contact, as her hips raise off the bed. Kneading the globes of her ass, I slip my hands under her panties, my fingers skimming along the opening of her ass. I want to take her there so fucking bad, it’s driving me mad.
There is something about taking a girl up the ass that’s different than the pussy. It’s tighter, like a vice grip. It’s slippery, and not to mention the control I feel. Getting to a certain level of a relationship, or fuckbuddy-ship where a female will let you smash her back door is as dominating as it is empowering. The transgression, it’s the optimal feeling.
Skimming my lips along her knees, my eyes watching her body’s reaction closely as I take a hand out from under her and hook a finger into the waistband of her underwear pulling them down her long legs, before tossing them over my shoulder.
Pushing her knees apart, her pink pussy glistens with desire. Ready for me to devour it until neither of us can turn back. Leaning forward I thumb her arousal, and she trembles, a mewl vibrating through her whole body. Using the pad of my thumb I spread her wetness around, first in circles around her pussy and lips, then I slowly start extending the lubrication down toward her tiny little asshole.
Biting my bottom lip my heart beats wildly, questioning if she’s going to tell me in a breathless pant that she’s not ready for me to go there just yet.
She rocks against my hand seeking friction, her eyes closed and her mouth cocked open in that sexy vixen way. She’s completely lost in the high of pleasure, her body and mind mine for the taking. Pulling my hands from her I grip her hips and turn her onto her stomach, she flips her hair over her shoulder and eyes me over her shoulder. The way she responds to my touch, the way she fucking looks at me…it makes me go wild.
Using my cock I nudge against her opening, spreading that thick arousal of hers up and down her ass crack. She buries her head into the blanket an attempt to muffle her moans, her fingers clawing the sheets. Using my hand, I knead her butt cheek, slowly trailing over to the opening of her ass. Using the wetness coating her entrance I slip a pinky in to get her ready for the size of my dick, her ass is tight as fuck and my cock jerks with jealousy.
I slip my finger in and out slowly and eventually she begins to open up for me to where I slip two fingers in. Fuck, I can’t take the wait any longer. Grabbing the base of my cock with one hand, the other pulling her cheeks apart I push the head of my cock against her opening. It’s still so tight I have to use my knees to give myself that little push to slide the head in. Once I’m in I still, the feeling of her body squeezing my cock unraveling me quickly. Her head flings up, her eyes looking at me with worry and fear.
“It’s okay, baby, I’ll go slow.” She swallows, still not sure.
Lowering my chest onto her back, I can feel her heart beating against my chest violently. Pulling her hair from her shoulder I run my nose along the shell of her ear. She smells delicate and subtle, and I love it. It’s light, and not overbearing like some chicks wear it.
“It’ll feel great, I promise. Just give it a minute to adjust.” I tell her. She nods, and I inch my cock in a little more. I circle my hips, trying to get her body to loosen up to my size, but she’s tense as a fucking board. She needs to relax or there’s no way my cock will fit.
Wrapping my hand around her I slip it in between the comforter and find her clit, teasing it, getting her body to relax and concentrate on the pleasure here instead of the fear I might hurt her back there.
Her eyes close, her mouth parting as I circle her clit over and over again. Using my index and middle finger, I slip them into her warm pussy, and her greedy cunt clenches them.
“Oh God!” she cries, and I inch my cock into her ass a little more.
Slowly I pump my fingers in and out of her pussy, and her body arches into mine, completely oblivious that I’m inching into her ass slowly. When my cock is buried to the hilt, I withdraw and slowly push back in.
My eyes roll, my head falling back.
“Goddamn.” My teeth clench tightly, I can barely take the feeling of her ass suffocating my dick so blissfully.
“Oh God. Oh God!” She moans into the bed.
Her ass grips my cock as I pick up the pace. The wetness of her feeling like a slip ‘n slide as I begin to plow into her.
Knowing she’s fully relaxed now I pull my fingers from her pussy, and sit up on my knees, bringing her onto all fours.
I can’t control myself. I dig my fingers into her hips and thrust into her over and over, my balls smacking against her sensitive clit. My side smarts, warning me I am overdoing it, but I don’t fucking care. I’m not slowing down for a motherfucking thing.
“That feel good, baby?” I ask between each pound.
Her head nods eagerly, her hair flinging everywhere.
“You like me fucking your tight little ass with my hard cock? Your wet cunt is greedy, baby. Dripping wetness down your fucking thighs. Maybe I should slam my dick in there, give you what your pussy is begging for.”
“Fuck, yes! Don’t. Stop!” Hearing the strain in her voice, the hint that she’s on the bridge of cumming has my cock twitching, and my balls tightening with my readiness to spill into her.
Feeling like a goddamn beast I grip her by the hair and fuck her into the damn mattress. My hips slam into her so hard her ass jiggles.
“You’re the sexiest woman ever. Do you know that?” She doesn’t reply, so I tighten my hold in her hair.
“Okay,” she breathes, in between her moans.
“Not just okay, say you’re the sexiest girl who has ever rode my cock, or I’ll stop right now.” I slow my thrust and her face panics.
“I’m-I’m the sexiest woman to ride your cock.” I shove into her hard, her eyes squeeze shut, and her mouth pops open.
I come hard at the same time she does.
She moans unintelligible words so loud I know everyone can hear her. Letting go of her hair, I cup her mouth and bring her back to my chest.
“Shhhh!” I pant out of breath, chasing the end of my orgasm. Her eyes wide, her nostrils flaring to catch her breath, she nods.
Finally finishing an orgasm I thought would never ease, I let go of her and she collapses.
Her body splotched with redness, her body heaving for air, as it trembles from exertion.
***
HEADING INTO THE BATHROOM I clean my dick and wet a rag, my stiches are bleeding; the skin irritated and burning like a bitch. They didn’t rip, so they’ll be fine. Maybe.
Climbing on the bed I use the wet rag to wipe Jillian, cleaning her up.
“I can do that,” she mutters.
“I know, but let me.”
“Why?” Her eyes meet mine.
I shrug. “I don’t know. I guess it just feels more personal that I take care of you after.”
The realization that I actually want to take care of her doesn’t go unnoticed. It’s surreal that I feel this strongly about another person. It’s scary knowing there is someone in this universe more important than yourself.
Biting her bottom lip I can tell she wants to ask me a question. I don’t like questions, they lead to shit, shit that causes awkwardness, or me having to explain. I can feel her staring into the side of my head.
“What?” I give in, I can’t take the silent stare any longer.
“Do you always clean girls up after you…you know?” Her cheeks are red but I can’t tell if it’s because I just fucked the breath out of her or because she’s embarrassed by her question.
My heart thuds against my chest, my stomach tightening with her question.
“No, I have never felt the need to take care of another female. Just you.” Finishing wiping her down, I risk looking at her. She’s caught her breath, and her eyes are looking at me with a stare like, like the way she looked at me before I fucked everything up.
“I’m going to fix everything, you know that, right?” I brush a hair from her face. Rolling her lips over one another, she looks away and nods.
“I’m going to go find a phone and call Felix before we go. Give him a heads up,” I inform, climbing off the bed.
Getting dressed I head out of the room. A hand presses against my chest stopping me.
“Whoa, where you think you’re going?” Kane asks, who apparently can appear from thin air. He’s wearing the same shit as last night.
“You got about two seconds to get your goddamn hands off me.” I glare, my eyes flicking between his palm on my chest and his face.
“It’s okay, let him through,” Bull informs.
Nodding, Kane steps aside.
Holding my side I head down the dark hall toward the common area.
A frantic Bobby suddenly crashes into the club, causing all eyes on him.
“We got about ten minutes before we’re raided.” Everyone is thrown into panic, scurrying around the club to hide contraband, and shit they don’t want anyone who isn’t a known criminal to come across. I’ve been there a time or two. Having the police and sheriff’s department in our pockets though, it has its perks.
“Where is this coming from?” Bull asks, his tone casual. Which is surprising. He must be used to this. How often does this happen here?
“Word down the grapevine, man.” Bobby shrugs. “Said Skeeter and his crew got intel on something and are heading here.”
“You know the drill,” Bull shakes his head, looking around the club.
“Jillian needs to hide,” I state. “We’re wanted, and if they get ahold of us, we’re dead.”
Bull focuses on me. I can tell he wants to ask more but he just nods as he rubs his jaw, looking around the clubhouse for a quick solution.
“If they find them here, we’ll have them pigs digging through everything of ours,” Bull informs Bobby.
“My room has a trap door leading into the attic. All we can do is hope they don’t do a thorough check and go up there.”
“Go.” Bull juts his chin toward the hall. The word sounding like a gun firing at the starting line of a race.
Like a bullet being fired, I run down the hall. The pain in my body be damned. I have to hide Jillian.
Opening the door, Jillian grabs her chest in panic as the door slams against the wall.
“What the hell!?” Her face is scrunched in anger.
“We gotta hide.”
She stalls, her eyes wide. “What? Why?”
“NOW!” I demand, my heart stammering at the thought that cops could bust in the door any second. Grabbing her hand I yank her out of the room, and follow Bobby down the hall.
“Tell me what’s going on, Zeek!” Jillian tries to pull from my hand, causing me to clutch down on her tiny fingers.
“In here.” Bobby opens a door further down the hall and we follow him in. It’s fucking filthy as hell, and smells like a teenage boy has been camping out for weeks. There are clothes everywhere, beer cans knocked over, and the mattress nearly hanging off the bed. I’d be surprised if this Skeeter dude even attempts to step in here.
Bobby slides his closet door to the side, and points to the ceiling. Sure enough there is a three foot by four foot entry into the attic space, a small particle board covering it. Bobby slides a ripped up chair to the closet, and I step on it putting me closer to the trap door. Pushing the board to the side, dust and dirt falls in my eyes.
“Come here.” I hold my hand out to help Jillian up.
She grabs onto the ridge of each side of the trap door, and pulls herself up. Grabbing her legs I help push her up, my stiches stretching and burning with the force. They’re going to rip apart before the morning is over, I know it.
“I can’t see anything,” Jillian whispers, climbing up.
Looking down, I contemplate helping the Devils’ hide shit before the cops show up. It’s out of habit more than anything.
“Are you coming?” Jillian whispers. I glance up, her face scared.
“Yeah.” Mimicking Jillian’s moves I pull myself up. The stitches snapping in my abdomen painfully.
Falling onto my back, I grab at the wound. Pulling my hand back, blood stains my palm.
“Oh, shit,” Jillian whispers, her eyes wide.
I can hear Bobby move the chair back below, and close the closet door.
“It’s fine, we need to move a little farther in, just in case they get nosey and look up here.” Hunched down, I waddle into the darkness like a fucking duck, Jillian crawling behind me.
“ON THE FLOOR!” is hollered right under us causing us to freeze. “ON THE FLOOR, ASSHOLE!” Someone else repeats, grabbing both of our attention. We look down and notice there are slits in between the worn wood beneath our feet, giving Jillian and me a small view of what’s going on.
A guy with dark hair points a gun. Men in SWAT gear throw Bull and the rest of the Devils on the floor hard. Then a deputy walks in, swiping glasses off his face in an arrogant manner. Jillian gasps, her hands slamming across her mouth. Glancing up, her face holds not only fear but…recognition. Like she knows the pig.
I narrow my brows in question, and she turns her head quickly. Yeah, she knows who that is.
“It smells like shit in here,” the Deputy says with disgust.
“That’s just Bull.” The main police officer chuckles, slamming his boot into Bull’s side. Bull grunts, grabbing his ribs.
“Something I can help you with, Skeeter?” Bull asks from the floor, eyeing the guy who just kicked him.
“Clear!” Multiple men holler from down the hallway.
“Oh, I don’t know. You see these two dip shits crawl through here?” Skeeter takes two photos from the Deputy and drops them on the floor, but Bull doesn’t even look at them before answering no.
“You’re raiding my club for two people who aren’t here?” Bull continues. “How desperate are you?”
“Word is that pretty one there, who is a Deputy, killed her own father. You know anything about that?” The Deputy, rubs at his face, pointing at the photos
Bull’s head snaps up, his entire body flexing. Fuck, he knows she’s law enforcement now.
“I said I don’t know who they are,” Bull grits, laying his head amongst the garbage covering the floor.
“Right, well, word is her and lover boy were seen here.” Bull doesn’t reply.
Skeeter hunches down, gripping Bull by the hair to make him look at him. “Let me put it this way, if we find out they were here—and I will know—I am ordered to tear this club down, brick by brick.”
The Deputy grabs Skeeter by the collar shoving him back like he’s a maggot, before turning around, his hands on his hips.
“I’m truly sorry about that, he’s just excited. Now where were we? Ah, yes…” He walks over to Lip, and squats down. “If that piece of shit brother of yours turns up here, I advise you to either kick his ass to the curb, or give us a call.” I begin to sweat, nervous Lip will call us out.
“Fuck you.” Lip turns his head, breaking eye contact. My body sags with relief almost instantly.
The Deputy grabs Lip by the hair, jerking his head back. My fists clench with the urge to go down and protect him. Why? I don’t fucking know.
“The only one who will be doing any fucking here will be me. Fucking you in the ass when I bring your entire club in. Do you understand?”
“Let him go. We don’t know anything, asshole,” Bull adds.
“Let’s just say, it’s a long way back to Vegas for you, pretty boy.” He leans farther down, and I find myself lowering myself, too, trying to hear him. “And you’ll be sucking my dick all the way back to your uncle’s.” I stiffen, not sure if I heard him right. Being up here, surely I didn’t. I scratch at my chin, replaying it over in my head. If I heard it correctly, then he’s working for my uncle. Fuck, there is no way Jillian and I can leave here with them crawling around the Devil’s Dust now.
Jillian shifts her foot, the small space we’re crammed in uncomfortable. The boards rattle with her movement, and the Deputy below glances up.
I hold my breath.
My heart strikes against my chest.
Adrenaline pounding in my temples.
“Anyone check the attic?”
“Oh, no,” Jillian whispers, looking at me.
“Don’t panic. Just stay still,” I whisper.
“No, sir. I don’t think they have one,” another man hollers from the hall.
“Oh, they have one.”
Boots thud against the club’s floor, and within minutes they find the trap door.
Fuck.
Pulling the gun from my waistband, I pull the chamber back loading a bullet into the chamber.
“Follow me,” I exhale. We aren’t going out of here without a fight.