Black Skulls, page 10
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A week had passed since Amelia and I had ridden off from the motel we were staying at. She was looking significantly better, and I could tell she felt better, too. She hadn’t had nightmares in a couple of nights, and her confidence was back full force. That much was proved last night.
* * *
We were both sitting in a bar in the little hick town we had been in for the past week. I needed a drink—badly, and Amelia wouldn’t leave me alone about finding a place to get shit faced, so I finally dragged her into the bar. There was a small stage with a couple of girls dancing, giving some of the men a little bit of entertainment.
Amelia was sitting beside me, downing another shot. I had lost count of the number of shots she had already thrown back. I was sipping at my beer, not drinking much because I knew I would have to be the designated driver because we only rode my bike here. And like hell was I risking her life.
A guy walked over to her. He was wearing dirty jeans and scuffed up boots with a dirty, flannel shirt. His beard was grown out and reached the collar of his shirt. He was wearing a hat, and his long hair was tied back into a low ponytail. The gleam in his eyes told me he was only going to bring trouble.
I clenched my fist in fury, ready to punch his face in until it was flat if he even tried to talk to Amelia.
“Fuck off,” Amelia snapped at the man before he could say anything to her. My eyes widened in shock. She actually spoke like her normal self to someone other than me.
“That’s not a way to talk to a man, baby,” he rasped, leaning into her a little too close for my liking.
She glared at him fiercely, and I smirked, loving the fact that the woman I knew was finally back full force. “I wouldn’t give a flipping fuck if you were my mother, asshole. Don’t talk to me. I’m really not in the fucking mood.”
He wrapped his hand around her hair and yanked her head back to stare him in the eyes. I jumped up out of my chair, ready to wrap my hands around his throat and break his nose. Before I could do anything though, Amelia narrowed her eyes, grabbed my half empty bottle of beer, and smashed the man in his face with it. He yelped in pain, instantly letting go of her. She wrapped his hair around her hand two times and then slammed his face onto the bar.
That was when all hell broke loose. I grabbed her hand and made a mad dash for the door.
It was time to get the hell out of dodge.
* * *
I rolled over in bed. Amelia was still passed out next to me. I poked her belly, biting back a grin. I knew it would piss her off. The more I got her out of her shell though, the more she’d become my Amelia again.
She opened her eyes and quickly squinted them shut again. “Fuck off, Cole,” she grumbled, pulling a pillow over her face.
I got out of bed and snatched everything off of the bed, including her pillow. She shot up into a sitting position, shooting daggers at me with her eyes. “If I had any idea where my fucking gun was, I’d fucking shoot you.”
With the fire currently burning in her eyes, I had no doubt in my mind that she probably would. I checked my phone and sighed, ignoring her. My dad had called thirty-three times and left about half that many voicemails. I called him back, running a hand through my hair. “What?” I snapped into the phone when he answered.
“We’ve got a war on our hands, Cole, and we could use you back here at home. The ATL have finally struck us, and they struck us bad. Drew is in a coma, and Jasper is dead. They trashed the club grounds and blew up two of our warehouses.”
“Fuck,” I cursed, glancing over at Amelia. “We’ll begin riding back today and should be in by tonight. Keep a lookout for me.”
“Will do.”
I hung up and sighed. I really didn’t want to take Amelia back there, but as pissed as I was at my entire family and the clubs, if we all went down, I would go down with them. When it came down to it, we were family, and we protected each other.
“We’ve got to ride back,” I told Amelia. I wasn’t even going to waste my time trying to break the news to her. That wasn’t my style.
She spun around from looking through her bag and glared at me. “Why the fuck are we going back already?”
“I’ve got to,” I said. “You can keep riding if you want to, but I’m going. We’re at war with the ATL, and I’ve got to be there to help.” No matter how much I wanted to keep riding with her, I couldn’t. Not with something like this.
She grabbed some clothes and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her. I blew out a breath in anger. She didn’t even fucking reply to me. Who the fuck did she think she was? Jesus Christ, my family fucking needed me. Of course, I was fucking going back!
I stormed into the bathroom. When I tried the door, I found it locked. I groaned in frustration and kicked the door in. I flung the shower curtain back, and she glared at me. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” she yelled at me, placing her hands on her hips.
I forced myself not to run my eyes over her wet, naked body. “Why the fuck are you so pissed off?” I asked her.
“I can’t fucking go back there, Cole, and I don’t have the fucking brains it takes to stay off of their fucking radar! What the fuck else am I supposed to do?!” she screamed at me.
My anger boiled. I fucking already promised her I wouldn’t let anything happen to her! “Do you not listen to a fucking word I say?!” I barked at her. “I fucking told you that I would protect you! I don’t fucking go back on my word, Amelia, and you know that!”
She clenched her jaw. “Get the fuck away from me,” she ground out, reaching out to grab the shower curtain.
I flung the shower curtain closed for her and then threw my clothes off. This conversation wasn’t over, but I wasn’t going to flood the fucking bathroom trying to talk to her. I stepped into the shower, and she gasped in shock, quickly glaring at me again. “Cole!” she yelled at me.
I narrowed my eyes at her. “Yell at me one more fucking time, and I will effectively shut you up,” I quietly warned her, losing my patience. She was wasting time that I could be using to get home, and it was really beginning to piss me the fuck off.
“Why don’t you just fucking leave?!” she yelled. “If you need to get back so badly, then just fucking go!”
I slammed her back against the wall, my lips silencing her. She tried to push me away, but I pushed my body harder against hers. Sliding my hand between her legs, I slid my fingers along her pussy. She stopped trying to push me away and clutched me against her more, moaning.
Fuck, I had missed that sound so much.
I used my knee to push her legs apart, and she spread them open wider for me. I slid a finger in her, and she moaned again, throwing her head back against the shower wall. I kissed down her neck, sucking in some spots. “C-Cole,” she stuttered, moaning.
I slid another finger into her, and she gasped, her body shuddering. “That’s it, baby,” I breathed into her ear. “Moan my name. I fucking love hearing you moan my name.”
I pumped my fingers in and out of her faster, and she dug her nails into my shoulder, crying out. Before she could come, I took my fingers out of her, lifted her up, and slammed my cock into her. She cried out, moaning my name and wrapped her arms around my neck tightly, holding on desperately as if I were her lifeline. I pounded into her, groaning.
Fuck, she felt amazing wrapped around me. Christ, it was a miracle I lasted as long as I did without the feeling of her body wrapping around me.
When she came, she sank her teeth into my shoulder, clutching onto me tighter. I groaned into her neck and held her, knowing that she would probably fall if I didn’t. “Fuck,” she whispered after a moment. “I forgot how it felt to be properly fucked.”
I set her down. “Now, what’s your decision?” I asked her, watching as my cum dripped down her thick thighs.
She stared at me blankly for a moment, and then realization dawned on her face. “Oh, I don’t know. I’ll tell you after my shower,” she grumbled.
“Then, hurry the fuck up,” I told her, stepping out.
“Fuck you, Cole,” she retorted.
I grabbed my clothes, ignoring her last comment, and slipped them on. I was pulling my boots on when she came out of the bathroom. I raised an eyebrow at her. “Answer?” I needed to get on the fucking road. I had already wasted enough time.
“I’ll ride back with you,” she muttered, not at all looking happy about her decision.
I nodded. “I’m outside waiting. Hurry the hell up. We need to go.”
She zipped her bag up and followed me outside.
I just hoped I could actually keep Amelia safe in the hell we were about to ride back into.
I rode through the gates with Amelia riding on her bike behind me. The garage was trashed, and half of it was burnt to the ground. My dad and mom—along with Luke and Amy—were standing near the entrance of the clubhouse, watching us ride in. As I turned off my bike, I heard them close the gates to the clubhouse grounds back behind us. Amelia parked and turned her bike off as well, climbing off. I slid off of mine and grabbed my bag. She walked over to me, and I looked down at her. “What?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow at her.
“I have a feeling shit’s about to go down. Did you tell them you were bringing me back with you?” she asked, shrugging her shoulder in my parents’ direction.
“No,” I said, my brows pulling together in confusion. “Why should I have to?”
“What in the hell is she doing here?!” Mom hollered. Amelia arched her brows at me. “All of this is her fault! She shouldn’t be here!”
I looked up from Amelia and narrowed my eyes at my mother. She was limping towards us as fast as she could. I was still fucking pissed at her for what she did. She thought she could fucking yell and pitch a fit after the dumb ass fucking decision she made? She had another thing coming.
“Are you insane?!” I roared at her, dropping my bag on the ground and storming over to her, halting her in her tracks. “What the fuck were you thinking?!”
“Oh, look, my oldest son actually fucking cares about his family,” she spat up at me sarcastically, her hands on her hips.
I gripped her chin in my hand, forcing her to meet my cold eyes. She flinched a little at my touch, but I was beyond giving a fuck about hurting her. “Don’t fucking get sarcastic with me,” I growled down at her. “What happened to you was your own fucking fault, and I frankly don’t give two fucks about your injuries. I want to know what you were fucking hoping to accomplish by blowing up the ATL’s warehouse?!” I roared, shoving her face away from me.
“They killed my daughter,” she ground out through clenched teeth.
“She was my fucking sister!” I shouted at her. “They also fucking beat the hell out of Amelia, but you don’t see me fucking running around making careless decisions that will only hurt everyone else!”
“So, Amelia was allowed to make a careless decision to not tell anyone what was happening to her?!” My mom screamed up at me. “Look where it put everyone!”
“She thought she was protecting all of us!” I barked. She was treading on thin fucking ice with me. “She went through hell and back for this club! What the fuck have you done for any of us?!”
She was pissing me off worse than I already was with her. I wanted to wring her fucking neck. I had so much anger flowing through me, it was almost uncontrollable.
My mother really was something fucking else.
“Alright, everyone chill out!” I heard a voice that I hadn’t heard in years bellow out in his old, raspy tone. “We need to be joining together to fight this shit, not fighting each other!”
I looked over at my grandfather. I hadn’t seen him since a couple of weeks before mom went to prison, and that had been almost ten years ago.
I shoved my mom away from me, not caring that she fell on her ass on the ground. Amelia had already walked over to her parents. I walked over to my grandpa and hugged him, clapping him on the back. “Been a few years,” I said, standing back to look him over. He hadn’t changed much. More wrinkles, but that was to be expected.
He nodded, looking me over as well. “And you’re just as ruthless as your father told me you would be,” he said, looking at my dad helping my mom off of the ground. “You’ve got both of their tempers running through your veins, kid. It’s amazing nobody has died because of that anger.”
“Oh, they have,” I laughed. “I plan on killing a lot more before all of this shit is over.”
He led me inside to the bar. I met Amelia’s eyes across the room. Fuck me, she was so goddamn gorgeous. Even with the slowly fading bruises on her face, she still managed to take my breath away and make my dick hard all at the same time.
She rolled her eyes at me and walked over. She stepped between my legs and smirked at me. “Yes, Cole?”
I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her lips to mine. She clutched my shirt in her hands, kissing me back without hesitation. I let her go and grabbed her chin in my hand, making her meet my eyes. “Don’t leave my sight, understand? I won’t allow anything to fucking happen to you, and my mother is on a fucking revenge spree.”
The corners of her lips tilted up just a little, and that familiar mischievous glint in her eyes sparkled. “Trust me, Cole, I can take care of your mother. She doesn’t scare me.”
I had no doubt about that one.
I kissed her again and let her go. She walked away and went to sit next to a couple of girls that I hadn’t met or seen before “Fond of her?” my grandpa asked me.
I looked at him and sighed. “I guess you could call it that,” I told him, gesturing for Peanut to get me a beer.
“She’s grown into a gorgeous woman.”
“Tell me about it,” I grumbled, taking a swig from the beer that Peanut had set in front of me. “Did you ever meet a woman that you just can’t walk away from?” I asked him. “You get all jealous and possessive of them?”
He gave me a knowing look. “Only your grandmother. I loved that woman with all my heart. Even though she died, I still love her. Travis and Katie have that kind of love, too. You may not see it, but it’s there. Trust me.”
I snorted. That was the biggest pile of bullshit I’d ever heard.
“I doubt that,” I retorted. “They have to be the two most loveless people on this Earth.”
He chuckled. “He kidnapped her, you know,” he told me.
I spit my beer out everywhere, coughing, my eyes wide as they focused on him. “What?!” I spluttered.
He chuckled. “Luke and Ryan were supposed to kidnap someone else and kidnapped her, thinking it was the girl they were supposed to be kidnapping. She made their lives absolute hell. The only time Travis and Katie could get along were when they were having sex. He was possessive and protective of her, though. You came along, and you brought them together.”
“Why are you telling me this?” I asked him. “I asked about you, not them.”
“You love that girl, Cole,” he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
I snorted. “There’s no such thing as love, grandpa.”
He clapped my back and stood up with his beer. “You’re more like your parents that you’d like to think, Cole.”
He walked away, and I heard Amelia laughing. I looked over to see her still sitting with the two girls from before. I walked over with my beer and a fresh one for Amelia. I handed it to her, and she smirked up at me. “Cole, this is Kayla,” she said, pointing to the girl to the left of her, “and this is Daisy,” she said, pointing to the brunette on the right of her.
I sat between Amelia and Daisy. I could use a good fuck, and I needed to get the thought of love and shit out of my head. What better way than with some random piece of ass?
I threw an arm around Daisy and leaned close to her ear. “You’re a gorgeous girl. I love this little outfit you’re wearing,” I whispered, letting my eyes trail down to her tits.
She blushed and giggled. I inwardly rolled my eyes at the cliché giggling. Before I could open my mouth, Amelia snapped her fingers in front of our faces, glaring daggers at both of us. “He’s taken, Daisy,” she spat.
I raised my brows at Amelia. This was certainly news to me. “If he was taken, he wouldn’t be all over me right now,” Daisy told her smugly. I leaned back in my seat. Amelia was fucking mean as hell when she wanted to be. Daisy was playing with a whole fucking inferno of flames.
Amelia yanked her up by her neck and shoved her against the wall. “He’s mine, you fucking whore. Do you understand?”
Daisy nodded her head quickly, keeping her mouth shut. Amelia let her go and turned to glare at me. I grabbed her wrist and yanked her into my lap before she could storm away. I rested my hands on her hips, keeping a firm grip in case she tried to get up. “Let me the fuck go, Cole,” she ground out.
Fuck getting rid of the notions of love. I wanted Amelia.
I leaned in and kissed her deeply. She gripped my upper arms, kissing me back immediately. Fuck, I needed more of her. Where Amelia was concerned, I would always need more.
I lifted her up, carrying her to my room in the back of the clubhouse. When I got to my room, I immediately began undressing her after kicking my bedroom door shut. She yanked my clothes off of me, and I led her back to the bed. As soon as she was on her back, I slid into her. She moaned, throwing her head back against the pillows, digging her nails into my back. I pounded into her relentlessly.
I fucking loved being buried deep inside of her. I would mess around with foreplay some other time. Right then, I just needed her wrapped around me.
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Amelia
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Pop. Pop.
