“Apologies don’t mean nothing to me. And apologies won’t help you now, brother.”
Click nodded, his red-rimmed eyes flicking across us all. “I’m sorr—”
Bull pulled the trigger, sending a bullet straight through Click’s forehead, cutting off his final words. Bull muttered something to Wolf and Hammer and turned and headed back to his bike, pulling out his cigarettes as he walked.
As he passed by me, he paused. “Ain’t no forgiveness when it comes to harming your family. That shit ain’t right, not ever,” he said, and continued on to his bike.
His words were meant to make me feel better. Said as a way to show me how far he would go to protect his brothers and the club, his family…me. But his words had the opposite effect. His words sent a chill down my spine, because he had no idea of the sort of man I really was, and no idea of my past, and what I had done before joining the Highwaymen. Which was good, because if he knew what I’d done to my own family, it would probably be me being buried in an unmarked grave that day, and not just Click.
~ 11 ~
Back at the clubhouse I was more than ready to get blind drunk and pass out, but Bull’s words about a brother being hooked on crank kept ringing in my head. I knew he meant Stone after the brief mention that morning of him going to rehab, and though we weren’t particularly close, I still felt it my duty to check up on him.
I strode across the clubhouse, heading to Bull’s office intending to ask about going to see Stone when he was ready. I wasn’t sure if it was possible—my mother had never gotten as far as rehab so I wasn’t a hundred percent sure on how these things worked—but I had to ask. No doubt Bull had made sure that Stone knew the club was all the way behind him getting clean, but having personal knowledge of someone with an addiction problem meant I might be able to help him more. Bull didn’t know about my past, no one did, and I intended to give as little information away as possible.
I paused, halfway across the room, when a couple of girls came in through the main door. They were both brunette and attractive, with an air of confidence about them that told every man in the vicinity that they knew how hot they were and they weren’t to be touched unless invited. One of them—the taller and more beautiful one—looked familiar, like I’d seen her around the club more than once. And yet…I didn’t quite remember exactly when.
She caught my eye and smiled, and I quirked an eyebrow at her. She turned to her friend and whispered something, and her friend glanced in my direction, looking uncertain. But Miss Tall-and-Beautiful clearly didn’t give a shit what her friend had said, and she gestured for me to follow her. I looked over at Bull’s office door and then back to the woman. I wasn’t in the mood to fuck after everything that had gone down that day, but fucking was better than thinking, and thinking was all I was doing at the moment since Wolf and Hammer had beaten me to the punch and had already gone into Bull’s office. The curtains were shut, meaning whatever they were talking about wasn’t to be interrupted. So I followed her down the corridor, giving her friend a cocky grin as I turned away. I watch as she slipped into a side room, leaving the door open for me.
The room was one of the spare rooms for nomads or people from out of town that needed somewhere to crash for the night, and as such it looked just like that too. Leftover items were piled on every surface. Items from men that had long since passed through Las Vegas on business for the club. Cups and plates, glasses and rubbish. It looked like the room hadn’t been cleaned in a long-ass time. Smelled like it too.
But I focused on the unmade bed in the middle of the musky room, where the tall brunette was perched on the end, her legs spread as she trailed her hands up and down her silky thighs. She smiled again and crooked a finger at me to come over and I happily obliged, my dick now straining at my jeans and my dark thoughts disappearing with every step I took. The only thing to make that moment even more perfect would have been a shot of whiskey.
I reached her, and she stared up at me through her thick, dark lashes, her hazel eyes gleaming with temptation. She flicked a tongue across her painted lips and gave me a sultry smile. “Nice to finally see you in the daylight.”
I frowned, quickly recovering myself when I realized that she must have been the woman from last night that I’d fucked on the side of the garage. I looked her over cockily. “Good to see you again too.”
And it was.
I had had no idea what she’d really looked like the night before. She had just been a hole for me to fill because I hadn’t been able to fuck Hope because I’d somehow grown a God-damned conscience. But it seemed even in the dark I managed to find a hot as hell woman to sink myself into. I remembered the ugly shit she’d been spouting about Hope too, but I pushed that to the back of my mind, my dick painfully hard and not wanting to be ignored.
She giggled and pushed her already short skirt up her smooth, bronzed legs. “You ready for a repeat performance, sweetheart? Because I have been thinking about you all day.”
She didn’t wait for my answer. Instead she unbuckled my jeans and pulled me out in one swift expert movement. And then she was wrapping her pink painted lips around my hard cock and sucking me deep into her throat and making my knees weak and my throat groan.
I gripped the back of her head and thrust harder into her mouth, enjoy the scrape of teeth she gave along my shaft as I pulled back out, and the way her tongue glided over and around my dick on the way back in. It was pleasure and pain, and she was sin and seduction, and it was all wrapped up in one perfect brunette package.
She was beautiful, and of course she knew it. Though why she was picking me, an eighteen-year-old prospect, to give her attention to instead of a patched-in biker I had no idea. Though right then I didn’t much care either. All I cared about was sinking balls-deep back into her tight pussy again.
She was only a little older than I was, though by the hard lines around her eyes she’d done a helluva lot of living in those short years. Not that it mattered to me. Age was nothing but a number anyway. It was what was in the head and the heart that mattered the most, not a number.
I pulled back out of her mouth and she sucked me with such force that I hissed, the pain almost taking me over the edge. She squeezed my balls as I left her mouth, her lips glistening with my pre-cum as she swirled the tip of her tongue across the end of my dick.
I pushed her back down on the bed and lifted up her legs to hook them over my shoulders. I dragged her panties up her legs, pulling them off the ends of her feet and stuffing them into my back pocket. And then I raised her hips so that I had a good angle into her beautiful body.
“Do it,” she whispered, her brown eyes shining with mischief. “Fuck me, Dillon.”
I grabbed her hips and guided my way into her entrance, squeezing my eyes closed as pleasure thrummed through my body and her pussy wrapped around my cock. I slid out and back in a couple of times, gently at first, filling every inch of her with my cock as she stretched to accommodate my size. When she was good and ready she squeezed her pussy, tightening herself around me, and I grunted in response.
And then all bets were off as I got a firm grip of either side of her waist and slammed into her over and over, nonstop thrusting as her perfect tits jiggled around and she cried out, biting down on the pillow next to her so she didn’t make too much noise as she exploded around me in a series of small squeaks and groans.
I continued pumping in and out of her faster and faster, harder and harder, unyielding in my need to fuck her until she couldn’t walk straight. My balls were slamming against her asshole and I had no doubt in my mind that I’d have that too one day soon. As my cock repeatedly drove home, hitting exactly where she needed me, she exploded around me for a second time seconds later, her nails clawing at my wrists and leaving red marks on my skin.
I slammed hard into her, lifting her off the bed and grinding my cock into her tight heat as I came suddenly and with such force that I felt sick and dizzy, the taste of whiskey at the back of my throat. I leaned down, my cock still inside of her, panting as I slipped her breasts out of their confines and sucked on one of her rosebud nipples, pleasure still thrumming through my body as I caught my breath.
Finally I stood back up, my cock slipping out of her. I pushed my now limp dick back into my jeans as my cum dripped from her swollen pussy. I bit my lip and stared down at her; she was beautiful but she had trouble practically glowing from her. I should have listened to the warning signs.
She sat up and smiled—a cocky, knowing smile, like she knew she had the Holy fucking Grail of pussies and could control me with it if she so pleased. She stood up, and no doubt my cum was starting to drip down her inner thighs.
