~ 4 ~
“Yes, yes, yes!” Ann-Marie was bouncing around on top of me, tits dancing, hips grinding, and her long red nails were scraping lines down my chest like she was trying to tear me wide open. “Fuck me, yes!”
I grabbed her hips and slammed myself into her harder, trying to keep my mind on the job at hand. But I couldn’t.
All I could think about was her.
Nancy motherfucking California.
I felt Ann-Marie tighten around me, her pussy clamping down as she leaned forward, her hips thrusting back and forth as she ground herself into heaven.
“Oh my God, Sketch!” she screamed out loudly, and I was surprised that a car alarm didn’t go off outside.
Yeah, she was a fucking screamer.
A loud fucking screamer.
Jesus Christ, she was still screaming even as she flopped forward on me, her chest heaving. Needed to shut her up real quick or I was never going to come. I gripped her hips and lifted her off me and onto the bed. I stood up, dragging the condom off my still rock-hard dick.
“Knees,” I ordered, and she kneeled down and opened her mouth for me. I held the base of my cock and guided it into her waiting mouth, and praise baby Jesus, she finally shut the fuck up.
I gripped the back of her head and moved my hips back and forth slowly at first, letting her mouth adjust to my size. When her eyes stopped watering and her hands reached for my balls I started moving quicker, her throat opening up for me so I could get myself almost all the way in. Damn, couldn’t lie: Ann-Marie was good at sucking dick.
I closed my eyes and let my hips do the talking as her fingers squeezed on my balls and my dick slipped down her throat, making her gag just enough to let her know who was in charge. I thought I was lost in the moment, my actions speaking for me, but my mind had other ideas and I felt myself thinking about Nancy and her tiny body.
There was no way I’d fit inside her.
I frowned, my movements slowing.
Maybe she’d adjust to me though. Women could do that shit, right? They spat out babies and shit so surely she’d adjust to my size.
Ann-Marie grunted something and I opened my eyes and looked down at her, realizing that I’d stopped moving completely. I gave my head a little shake and got back on with it, wondering what it would feel like to be inside of Nancy’s tight body.
Couldn’t help myself from wondering if she’d ever even been with a real man or not. That high school shit didn’t count since those little pissants were just boys.
If she was gay, I doubted it though.
I scowled and started to move faster, imagining what she’d look like under those tight clothes of hers, what kind of underwear she wore, and goddamn it I couldn’t stop thinking about her and that other woman, both of them working me as I lay back. Nancy’s mouth wrapped around my cock as the other one rode my face, my hands squeezing her nipple until she was grunting in pleasure.
I came suddenly, almost losing my balance with the force of it, and like a fucking trooper Ann-Marie swallowed it all down. I let go of her head and I eased my dick out of her mouth. Her eyes were watering and she was still trying to swallow down my come.
“Damn, baby,” she said, wiping the back of her hand across her mouth. “Where were you?”
She lay back on the bed and grabbed my pack of Camels off the nightstand, lighting one and blowing out a mouthful of smoke. Her body was beautiful: curves in all the right places, tits bigger than even I could handle, and an ass as tight as they come no matter how many times I filled it.
Yet I felt nothing when I looked down at her that day. Nothing at all. My thought were still on Nancy and what she would feel like wrapped around my cock.
God fucking damn it.
I grabbed my jeans and pulled them on, pushing my now limp cock inside and sitting down on the bed next to Ann-Marie to pull on my socks and boots. She scooted up next to me, her arms wrapping around my middle, clinging to my muscles. I looked down at her and she smiled, practically purring as she pulled the cigarette from her lips and blew out some smoke.
“You okay today? You don’t seem yourself, Sketch.”
I shrugged and took the cigarette from her, taking a long drag on it and blowing it out. “Yeah, just shit on my mind.” I reached over and grabbed a handful of her sweet ass and squeezed it. “Keep that free for me later,” I said, slapping it and letting go.
She laughed as I stood up, cigarette in my mouth as I slid on my cut and left the room, heading back into the clubhouse.
It was a little after six in the morning and we were heading out on the final run before we supposedly left town. I hadn’t told Crank that I wanted to stick around for a little longer yet, but I didn’t doubt that he’d be cool about it. He was pretty easy about everything these days. Didn’t have the jitters of a comedown or hangovers to keep him in check to worry about. The man had been clean for a long-ass time thanks to all the shit with Hope.
He didn’t talk about her anymore, but I knew she still played on his mind, and I knew he still blamed himself for her death. I’d tried over the years to convince that it hadn’t been his fault, that her taking her own life like that had just been shit luck for him. She’d had a lot on her mind, a lot of drama building up in her life that had led her to that point. The stuff with Maria and him had just been the final straw for her.
But if it wouldn’t have been that it would have been something or someone else.
He didn’t agree though.
Blamed himself for not having a clear head that night. For not seeing shit how it was. For not seeing Maria for the viper that she was. But mostly for not staying with Hope and letting her know that he felt something for her. Something he couldn’t explain—or so he said.
I’d never really got it until meeting Nancy.
Not that I was looking for an old lady or anything. Never wanted to be tied down and had no intention of ever being. But she’d gotten me interested enough to want to keep her, at least until I’d fucked her out of my system. The fact that she preferred pussy to cock only made me want her more.
She was a challenge.
A feisty little blond challenge that I wasn’t going to give up on because of a simple thing like I had a dick.
Some of the old ladies—Lex and Sara—had already gotten breakfast fixed up and on the table for us, and I sat myself down next to Semi, slapping his back as Sydney poured me a fresh glass of ice tea.
“Thanks, darlin’,” I said, giving her a smile.
I looked over to find Crank staring at me, and I gave him the middle finger and laughed. Fucker had wound me up over Nancy the night before; a little taste of his own medicine wouldn’t go a miss.
“You ready for this?” Semi asked, his mouth full of bacon and pancakes.
“Baby, chew, swallow, speak,” Sara called from across the table.
We all laughed at that. Semi was around six and a half feet tall, with walls of muscles from his weightlifting days. You’d cross the road if you saw him walking down it, and I was surprised his Fat Boy managed to stay upright when he rode it, yet he could easily be ordered around by his old lady. Unfortunately he had a serious issue with keeping his cock in his pants, and since Sara wasn’t the sharing type anyone and everyone could smell trouble on the horizon for those two.
“Sorry, babe,” he said around another mouthful of food, provoking another a tut from her.
I chuckled and picked up a piece of bacon. “Yeah, should be an easy drive and drop, right?” I put the bacon in my mouth and chewed. “Damn, Sara, that’s fucking exquisite!”
She smiled under my compliment. “If only someone else were as polite as you,” she bit out, her brown eyes going to Semi.
He dropped his fork to his plate and glared at her, and she turned and walked away.
“Bitch is pissed at me,” he grumbled.
“Whadya do this time?” I laughed, drizzling syrup over my food.
“No fucking clue. She’s always pissed at me for something.”
Skate leaned in. “That’s the problem with having an old lady—they don’t like you putting your dick in sweetbutts when they’re not around.”
“Fuck off,” Semi grumbled. “It was one time.” He shrugged. “Maybe two. And I warned her before I claimed her that I wasn’t sure about this one-woman shit.”
“So why’d you do it?” Crank asked.
Semi turned to him, giving another shrug. “Only way I could make sure no other man claimed her. You’ve seen her, right? One taste of Sara and I knew I didn’t want anyone else touching her again.”
“So you do have feelings?” Skate laughed, and Crank and I joined in.
“Of course I do, I’m not an animal,” Semi snapped. “Knew the moment I saw her that she had to be mine. Wasn’t sure how or if it’d work, but I knew I had to have her.”
That caught my attention, because it was how I was feeling about Nancy. Wasn’t sure how or if it would work. For fuck’s sake, she didn’t even like men, but I knew, from somewhere deep inside, that I had to fucking have her.
“Lex, baby,” Vin said, grabbing his old lady by the waist and dragging her onto his knee.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into his hard kiss. She was breathless when he pulled out of it.
“Have a word with Sara for me.”
She glared over at Semi. “You know I can’t be getting involved.”
Vin put his fingers on the bottom of her chin and pulled her face back to him. “And you know I don’t get involved with this shit normally, but I need Semi concentrating today and not worrying about whether Sara is going to poison his food for sticking his dick somewhere it didn’t belong.” He leaned in and kissed her hard again, turning her tense body to putty in his hands, and this time when she came up for air she nodded.
“Fine, I’ll try, but I’m making no promises.”
“All I’m asking, babe.” He slapped her ass, and with one last glare at Semi, she headed into the kitchen.
“Thanks, Prez,” Semi said sheepishly, dodging the fork that Vin threw at him.
“Keep it in your motherfucking pants next time your woman ain’t around, Semi,” he barked, and pushed back from the table. “I swear to God it’s like babysitting kids sometimes.” And with that he strutted into his office.
The door to my room opened and Ann-Marie stepped out fully dressed—though her version of fully dressed was different from most women’s: tight black skirt and a red boob tube thingy that was somehow defying the laws of gravity by staying up.
Semi shifted in his seat. “Aaah, she makes my dick hard every time,” he grunted. His gaze slipped over to the kitchen door and then back to Ann-Marie. “Fuck it.” He stood up and made his way over to her, taking her by the hand and leading her down the hallway and into a different room. Ann-Marie giggled, her heels clicking on the hard floor as she tried to keep up with him.
“Brother’s going to get his dick cut off,” Skate said with a shake of his head.
“By Sara or by Prez?” Buddy laughed.
We all joined in, our jaws snapping shut when Sara and Lex came back out from the kitchen. Sara’s gaze traveled over to Semi’s now empty chair, and with a shake of her head she turned and walked back into the kitchen. Lex looked over at us all, the sound of Ann-Marie’s screams of pleasure traveling down to us.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” she bit out in an angry whisper. Her heated gaze roamed over all of us as Ann-Marie’s screams got louder. “I’m going to kill him!” She stormed down the hallway and Skate flew off his seat, almost tripping over his feet to get to her in time. Buddy stood up and headed to Vin’s office, knocking once and opening it.
Moments later Vin stormed out of the office and headed after Lex, who by now was over Skate’s shoulder throwing a fucking fit.
“All right, all right, calm the fuck down, Lex!” he yelled, arguing with her over Skate’s shoulder. She was hanging upside down, her long auburn hair hanging down in soft waves, partially covering her furious face. “Babe, I don’t have time for this today!”
As if on cue, Cosmo—Vin and Lexi’s German shepherd—came running down the corridor, stopping in front of the Semi’s door and howling along to Ann-Marie’s screams.
The room froze and everyone stopped laughing and arguing as Cosmo and Ann-Marie chorused out a song together. Vin dragged a hand down his face and shook his head, and I looked over at Crank, trying to not split my sides as I held in my laughter.
Ann-Marie fell quiet and Cosmo stopped howling, standing up and wagging his tail. The door opened and Semi came out, a cigarette between his lips. He took two steps, ruffling the top of Cosmo’s head, oblivious to the drama that had just unfolded.
He took a couple more steps before looking up, seeing Lex over Skate’s shoulder and Vin staring furiously at him.
“Hey, Prez, everything okay?” he asked sheepishly.
Lex glared at him, her gaze flitting to Vin and back to Semi again.
“My office, now, Semi!” Vin bellowed, and stormed back to his office.
Semi followed him, passing the breakfast table and high-fiving Mason as he passed him, a huge shit-eating grin on his face.
“He’s my fucking hero,” Mason laughed.
“He’s a fucking dead man if Sara finds out,” Crank replied.