Saint steps forward and grabs both sides of my cut. “Maybe she didn’t want to stay withyou.You make a move on her, Short?”
Stunned by his vehemence, I shake my head. “Fuck, VP, it was nothing like that. I didn’t touch her except to doctor herinjuries. Just look at me. I’d break her in fuckin’ two if I tapped her ass. As we all know, she’s so fuckin’ innocent, I doubt she’s ever been kissed. She’s not for me, Brother.” I pause, then glance around. “Or for any of us.”
Another murmur of agreement. We don’t sugarcoat things. We know what we are – outlaws with barely any morals who don’t hesitate to operate outside the law. Someone like Bronwyn should never be brought into our orbit.
At last, Saint lets go of me. “I don’t like it.” He waits to get everyone’s attention. “None of us likes what’s happened to that girl tonight. But Bullseye’s not here, and before we do anything, I’d like his take on it. If his conversation with Doc is what caused the violence, maybe it’s best for Prez to have words with him again. There’s nothing more we can do tonight, so, let’s have a fuckin’ drink and, for now, put it behind us.”
Thank fuck. There’s nothing I want to do more. Except… I’d rather be putting my fist in Doc’s face. I would have been, had Bronwyn not reminded me about his value to the club. I’m brusque when Freak talks to me, asking again why the fuck I’d just let her go. How can I explain it went against my every instinct?
I stare down into my beer, wondering how Bronwyn is right now, hoping like fuck nothing else has happened to her. As if on cue, my phone pings.
Bronwyn: I’m here and all’s quiet.
The tension I’d been feeling subsides, and I’m able to breathe easily for the first time in what feels like hours. Gradually, my brothers move on. Even Freak starts an animated game of pool with Tempest, the money riding on the winner taking precedence over anything else. As the evening draws on, the beaten and battered girl who stepped over our threshold earlier seems to have been put on the back burner.
Except for myself. I can’t get her out of my mind.I should have gone home with her.
“Hey, Short? Wanna have some fun?” Star is suddenly next to me, rubbing herself on my body as if she were a freaking cat. “Come on,” she purrs into my ear. “I can take your mind off everything.”
She probably can, and she’s a woman, not a girl. I could take her however I want. She’s not afraid of my size, and I know from experience that she likes it hard and rough. Just the type of woman I like.
The first smile of the night graces my lips. “Why the fuck not?” I respond, physically turning her and pointing her toward the stairs.
As I watch her slim ass climb up in front of me, my head is suddenly filled with the recollection of a much younger girl, one with luscious, thick thighs and a peach of an ass. And one who is totally out of bounds.
As I open the door to my room and usher her in, Star asks, “You still need me to be on top?”
Smirking, I give her the answer. “No. I want you on all fours.” Maybe then I’ll be able to picture the body I really want under me.Oh fuck, what did I just admit to myself?Well, who could blame a man for thinking about it? As long as it’s a secret, I keep quiet.
Shucking off her clothes, she positions herself just as I’ve asked, then, preparing myself by placing a condom by the side of the bed, I kneel behind her, wincing silently at the stretch on the almost healed bullet wound on my leg. But the image of a naked ass and an already glistening pussy sends blood to my dick, which starts to throb, anticipation overwhelming the pain from my thigh.
I love my brothers, but fuck, I don’t want to taste their cum, so it’s my fingers I use to stimulate her clit, bringing a secondhand into play so I can simultaneously curl two of my chubby digits right up inside her, quickly finding her favourite spot. My dual attack has her clenching, screaming into the pillow, and fisting her hands in the sheets in record time.
Thank fuck she went over fast.I don’t even care if she’s faking it, as now it’s my turn. After I’ve freed my cock and gloved up, I slowly ease my big dick inside her, taking a moment to bottom out, while listening to her insincere and practised encouragement.
“That feels so good, honey. Right there, that’s right, just like that. Fuck me with your fat cock, Short. That’s it, give it to me, hon.”
I can be an animal, but since my lungs are not completely back up to full strength, I take it easy, slowly pushing in, then almost pulling the whole way out, finding a rhythm that allows me to keep breathing without struggling.
What would Bronwyn feel like beneath me?The unwelcome thought almost makes me stop my pace.What the fuck am I thinking? A little girl like her would never be able to take me.I certainly don’t want a virgin in my bed. I wouldn’t know what to do with her.
Star? She knows what she wants and doesn’t hesitate to go after it, demonstrated now as she reaches a hand down and starts frigging her clit.
Along with my movements hitting all the right spots, her stimulating herself soon has her body clenching. Without stressing myself, I increase my pace and thrust harder.
She pants, I echo her. She moans as she squeezes my dick tight as if she’s trying to imprison me inside her, then she exhales a heavy sigh as I feel her pulsating beneath me.
I’m not quite there myself, but I’m getting to it. Concentrating now on me and not her, I use her body as though it’s a fleshlight, chasing my pleasure. My balls tighten, my spinetingles, and then with one final thrust, I hold myself steady, letting my release fill the condom.
Sated, I pull out and immediately leave her lying there as I go to deal with the used rubber, flushing it, and its contents away so there’s nothing to be used against me or to trap me. The club girls have two instructions from the club – to get tested regularly and to be on contraception. As I’ve absolutely no desire to add to the population – having kids is not in my future – I make sure to avoid any and all chances of a pregnancy.
By the time I’ve finished in the bathroom, Star’s already dressed. She knows the score. I’m no cuddler, and I never want company in my bed. Before she heads out the door, she blows a kiss at me. I respond to the gesture with just a dismissive wave of my hand.
It’s only now I undress, get under the sheets, and in a post-coital bliss, have no problem falling asleep.
