He pulled me up to sit up, as he buried his face in my neck and pistoned his hips. All I could do was grip the back of his head and pull on his hair. A sharp pain from his teeth brought out the most amazing orgasm I’d ever had.
“Mine,” he rumbled.
“Mine.” I returned the cry.
Cries of pleasure erupted from the both of us, my pussy fluttering around his pulsing cock. I had never been on this cloud of pleasure, like it was there the whole time, but never obtainable.
He pulled me off the table, and laid me down on the ground with cloth tarp on the floor. His cock stayed twitching inside of me, but I didn’t care. I was in heaven.
He kept me close, afraid to let me go. But we stayed like that for a long while. To say that I hated it, I didn’t because in his arms, the world didn’t matter, the mess in my head was quiet.Maybe it was time to allow myself to fall, knowing that Shooter would be there to catch me.
Chapter 26
Shooter
“What are we doing, chasing ghosts?” Skaggs rumbled. The grizzly old man had a point. That’s what it felt like, chasing rumors on the streets that could simply be a way for someone to throw us off our game.
Businesses had been good enough, shipments were on time, our “associates” were careful, especially after the whole Razor Hog incidents.
There had been enough whispers for a second party coming into our territory and I wasn’t going to have it. Hound Dog ordered us to scope out the neighborhood business and other “associates” to see what we could find.
Yet all I wanted to do was see my girl, even after she left my bed for work I just wanted to keep her to myself. I hated it more especially when we had to do businesses like this that I never knew what to expect. The monster in me had been at bay, she calmed that portion in me. Partially that I had an excuse to come home, someone to look forward to. I wanted more nights with her, any time she could give me.
I also wanted to murder her “husband” to have one less obstacle. But I promised good behavior. Let’s be honest, as much as I could tie her up and control every ounce of pleasure, she was the one that could hold me on a leash, and I wouldn’t blink an eye.
“Anyone heard from Dillon lately?” Fender asked as he parked his ride in the alley.
I lifted my head from hooking up my helmet. “What do you mean?”
“Was talking to Stray and Hank, they mentioned that ever since fight night, the boy has been in and out of the gym.” Fender’s voice grew concerned.
A pain of guilt hit my chest. After that night and almost tearing Chris’s heart out of his chest, I guessed I never paid any attention. And being very wrapped up with Amelia, my mind has been somewhere else. The boy rarely missed a session or the potential to earn money from teaching the little ones.
I wondered how much I had let slip through my responsibilities, knowing that B.B. or Hound Dog hadn’t said anything to me until I went to go see Amelia at the hospital.
“Do I need to go to campus and check on him?” I asked.
“Maybe the man got himself a girl. A pretty face knows to distract a man, ain’t that right, Shooter?” Skaggs elbowed me, teasingly.
“And I know to mess one up too,” I warned him, feeling the spike of anger rise to the surface.
“Hey, I’m just fucking with you. Lord knows if my ol' lady heard me say that I’d be sleeping on the couch.
I turned my attention back to Fender. “When was the last time someone heard from him?”
Fender paused for a moment, then shrugged. “It’s been a couple of weeks. I don’t know. Maybe the man is busy studying,you know the semester is ending in the next few weeks or something.”
I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going on with him, just like at the fights he was holding back.
I took out my phone, between seeing the brief little messages from my girl and random missed calls, I found Dillon’s number and hoped that he would pick up. My face dropped when I got his voicemail.
I tried to brush off the fear that something was going on with him and I wasn’t noticing but on the other hand I was using Fender’s judgement as well. I’d trust Dillon to tell me if something was up, he may be a young buck but the boy was smarter than anything else. I simply nodded as we all headed through the busy morning streets of one of the main districts.
The club was never too fond of rumors. We knew too well that it happened when we ignored rumors. But the mafia? A new business in our town? We were possessive fuckers, we took what we wanted and we fought like hell. Fender’s quiet, observant tendencies leaned more of a helping hand than anything.
I knew some of his story, the way he had one of those promising careers until an “accident” happened which left him with some nerve damage on his dominant hand. He was cautious of everything and the angel on my shoulder that was surrounded by demons. He was the epitome of what the girls would say from their romance books; he’s cinnamon roll but could kill you. If a cinnamon roll that could kill you was a thing, I could see it.
Fender scanned the streets, seeing if there were different people that shouldn’t belong in our town. Cars zoomed past us, people hustling in the streets. During the day, the city wasn’t too bad, it was at night that the demons loved to hunt and watch their prey. Night was where all the shadows lived, a home away from home.
