Loco, page 23
Before I could draw a fucking breath, another round went off and the Soul Reaper dropped to the ground dead, a bullet hole in his head. Sax had fired off a round while getting to his feet. I swung my head back to the asshole who’d just reached the bottom where we were. The grin on his face had been replaced with stunned horror and disbelief, and as he’d reached for his own weapon, I charged him and brought him to the ground.
We’d gone at each other with the same intensity, knowing that one of us wouldn’t come out alive. The fucker got in a few hits to my face, but I’d pounded his torso without giving him a chance to pull in a breath, putting all of my two-hundred-twenty-pounds into each hit. He’d grunted with each savage blow that I administered, making a failed attempt to block me. As we’d rolled in the dirt, I’d felt his body jerk and then go limp on top of me. I looked over his shoulder to see Sax standing there.
“Damn, Brother, that’s twice I’ve had to save your ass today.”
With a grunt I’d heaved the dead weight of the fucker’s body off me. I accepted Sax’s hand and got to my feet, glancing around until I found my gun and picked it up. For the first time since the fighting had begun, I became aware that the gunfire had ceased and the only noise I heard was the departing sound of bikes riding away fast.
“You brothers okay down there?”
I recognized Body’s voice. “We’re good!” I’d called up.
The ground beneath our feet was unstable. Sax and I had spent a good portion of the climb out of the ravine clawing our way up. Body and Bam Bam had assisted us the last few steps, and when I’d made it to the top, I took in the scene. I counted three Soul Reapers on the ground, their bikes close by.
“Where are the Steel Riders?” Sax had wanted to know.
“Went after the rest of the Soul Reapers,” Body responded. “Told us to continue on to their clubhouse and they’d catch up.”
“Take care of them first,” I’d ordered, gesturing toward the bodies. “Dump them and their bikes into the ravine.”
“Too fucking bad we can’t take their bikes back with us. Can always use extra bikes.”
I’d given Bam Bam a thoughtful look. “That’s using your brain, Brother, but how do you suppose we do that? There’s no room in the fucking truck.”
He’d shrugged with a grin. “I just come up with the ideas.”
A grunt escaped Sax, who clearly had not been amused by the quip. “Just dump the fucking bodies and bikes and let’s get on the road before someone shows up.”
I had agreed. We’d been lucky that the area was rural, but the sound of gun shots traveled far, and it was still possible that someone had called the cops. I’d helped throw the bodies and bikes into the ravine, while Sax had walked the area to make sure that nothing was left behind that would warrant someone stopping to check it out. There’d been nothing we could do about the blood, but with a little luck, it would be passed off as the remains of an animal that got hit.
We’d finished our ride, unloaded the truck, and made the transaction with Tiny. The idea of turning around and heading back home was thwarted by the damage that had been done to the truck by the shootout. Repairs had taken longer than expected, and until the truck had been ready, the four of us had been guests of the Steel Riders.
I exhaled a loud sigh as the steaming water beat down on me. Thank fuck it was all just a memory now. I was home, back with my woman, and I couldn’t wait to get her under me again. Being stuck at the Steel Riders’ clubhouse for days hadn’t been a joy ride, not with all the free booze and pussy being offered up. I had no trouble turning the women down, hadn’t even been tempted, but watching all the sex that had been going on had made me yearn for my woman. Sax and I had pretty much stuck to ourselves.
I was just about to reach for the faucet when I sensed that I wasn’t alone.
“Your ten minutes is up, and I can’t bare another minute without you,” was all Millie said as she dropped her robe and exposed her sexy curves to me.
My heart punched forward as I stepped back to make room for her. My dick was already rising to the occasion. She stepped into the shower and didn’t stop until she was flush against me and winding her arms around my neck. I hissed at the feel of all that soft, womanly flesh against me, and wrapped my arm around her waist. Her full tits were crushed against my chest, and I could feel how hard her nipples were. Like two little diamonds cutting into me.
She raised her face to mine, an invitation in her smokey eyes. “Kiss me, Tucker,” she whispered against my lips, and I closed the gap between us until our mouths were fused and I was devouring her. Mutual moans of satisfaction echoed around us, and the spark that exploded between us fueled our hunger. I pushed my tongue against her lips until she opened to me, and then went on to explore the soft, warm recesses of her mouth. I transferred my hands to her scrumptious bottom, cupping and squeezing the luscious mounds before dragging her up against me.
I pulled away to drag in air. “Fuck, you taste good, baby.” I didn’t give her a chance to respond. As soon as the words left my mouth, I was kissing her again, harder, and rougher than before. I thrust my dick against her, needing to feel the friction. She in turn ran her nails down my back like a feline scratching an itch. The sting drove me fucking wild. I began to nibble my way down her neck and shoulders, hearing her little gasps, but it was when I took a nipple between my teeth and my finger flicked at her extended clit that she really lost control.
‘Tucker!” Her body quivered against me.
I parted her slit and slipped inside her pussy. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”
She thrust her hips against my invasion. She was so fucking hot, so responsive, and my dick was so painfully hard that I had to be inside her, feel her body close around me, or lose my fucking mind.
I flipped her around. She caught her breath, but didn’t bulk at my roughness. “Palms flat against the tile,” I growled against her ear, and she immediately complied. “Ass out, legs parted,” I continued. Again, she did as I asked. I reached down and swiped my finger through her dripping slit, parting the folds, grinning when she whimpered and trembled. “That’s nothing compared to what you’re gonna feel when I slam my big dick inside you, darlin’.”
“Please, Tucker! I need you!”
I laughed. “What do you need?” I continued to tease her clit.
“You! I need you!” She shivered wildly, her thighs quivering. “Please fuck me!”
“Are you begging me, baby?” I took her ear into my mouth and ran my tongue around the rim.
“Yes! I’m begging you!” she said unashamedly. “Please!”
I put my mouth against her ear and growled low. “You don’t know what your begging does to me.” I bit down on the spot between her neck and shoulder, then pulled her ass back against the cradle of my hips and slammed all ten inches of my dick deep into her cunt. She cried out and convulsed at the same time, and I knew that she was already coming.
“Tucker!” she screamed, her hips jerking wildly.
I’d never felt anything half as good as Millie’s snug, wet heat closing around me and then tightening with her orgasm. I could feel every little clench and unclench of her muscles as she came around me, bathing my dick. I fucked her through her orgasm, determined to prolong her pleasure while chasing my own.
I plowed into her without mercy, going balls deep. “Fuck, you’re tight,” I grunted. I grasped her hips hard enough to leave bruises, the tingle at the base of my back indicating that my orgasm was approaching, and fast. I felt my balls pull up tight, and I didn’t even try to hold off. My dick swelled inside her and I exploded.
“Aaagghhh!” I roared, throwing my head back and holding myself inside her as the pleasure of release surged through me.
“That’s it, baby, milk my fucking dick!” I grunted when she tightened around me. “Take every drop!” I was going to fill her with my seed. The sudden, unexpected thought of making a baby with Millie came out of nowhere, and fuck if more cum didn’t squirt out of my dick, making my legs tremor. What the fuck?
I released her hips and let my hands travel up to her tits, covering them with my palms so they weren’t squished against the hard tile. I held Millie as we were slowly able to catch our breaths and relax from the strength of our orgasms. I couldn’t remember ever coming that hard, and was beginning to appreciate the rewards of fucking someone that I had feelings for.
Millie turned her head so that her cheek was pressed against the wall, enough for me to be able to kiss her, and I didn’t hesitate to claim those perfect lips. I could fucking kiss her all day. I squeezed her tits, relishing in her moan. Our tongues dueled briefly before I ended the kiss with a bite on her lower lip.
“You okay, baby?”
She nodded. “More than okay.”
I grinned, and then we both let out a little sound of protest when my dick slipped out of her pussy.
“God, I missed you,” she said in a lazy tone.
“Missed you, too, babe.” I stepped back so she could turn around.
She turned mischievous eyes on mine. “I could do that again.”
I couldn’t believe that my dick was already getting hard again. “Oh, yeah?” I pushed her wet hair out of her face.
She nodded vigorously, and then frowned. “Your lip is bleeding again.” Her touch was as tender as the look in her eyes as she explored my bruises. Tears welled in her eyes, but she remained silent.
“Fuck, baby, don’t do that. I’m okay.” I gave her a tender kiss. “What say we dry off, go get in bed, and do that again?”
That put a smile on her beautiful face.
And that’s exactly what we did.
Several mind-blowing times.
Chapter 35
Millie
I had to admit that I looked pretty, and I couldn’t wait to see Loco’s reaction to my appearance. I wasn’t sure how, but I’d managed to lose a few pounds since I’d bought the dress that I was going to wear to the wedding. The halter-style bodice hugged my ample breasts and showed a lot of skin, which was tanned from laying out by the pool the last couple of days. The color was a perfect match to my eyes, and I liked how the chiffon swirled around my legs when I moved.
Lulu had come over to do my makeup, making my eyes up in a smokey color that gave me an exotic look. V had done my hair after she’d finished getting herself ready, braiding it in a thick, messy kind of French braid that hung down my back. It was a good style for someone who had hair that was determined to do what it wanted. Neat, perfect, every-hair-in-place-dos were not in the cards for me.
“My God, we all look like goddesses!” Lissa quipped when I emerged from my bedroom with V right behind me.
“I agree,” Lulu laughed. “Your men won’t be able to keep their hands off you.”
Lissa snorted. “Well, Frenchie had better, at least until the wedding is over. I want to look half-decent in any pictures taken.”
Lissa was an old lady now. Frenchie had claimed her in some kind of top-secret ritual the week before, out at some place called Sunrise Heights. It hadn’t been top-secret for long. Lissa, after extracting promises from V and me that we wouldn’t tell anyone that she’d told us, had told us all about it. Once I’d gotten over my shock, it hadn’t seemed all that bad. Not to me anyway. V had mostly remained quiet.
Bull had given V his ‘property of’ cut, so it was just a matter of time before he claimed her. And they were making plans to move into his house the following weekend.
“Just got a text from Bull.”
“Yeah, we better go before they come and get us. They’re not the most patient of men.”
Lulu would know.
Lissa drove us in her new BMW. We arrived at the clubhouse a few minutes before the ceremony was to begin. People were already sitting down in the outdoor chairs, each decorated with a large, white bow on the back. Others were standing around and talking. It was clear that the club members’ idea of dressing up was white or black dress shirts beneath their cuts. They still wore jeans and boots. Their women, though, had gone all out with their attire.
I exited the car and automatically searched for Loco.
“Our men are probably inside at the bar,” Lissa said confidently. She headed toward the door, and V and I followed.
“I’ll see you ladies later.” Lulu broke off from our group and headed toward the chairs where some of the old ladies were sitting.
The inside of the clubhouse caught me by surprise. I’d heard Loco complaining about all of the flowers and candles, and the silk table clothes, but I’d thought he’d been exaggerating. It was done up just like he’d said, only I found it looked absolutely beautiful. A large “Congratulations” banner with Annabelle and Danny’s names on it hung from the ceiling in the middle of the room. Confetti of red and white poppies covered the tabletops, and petals were strewn on the floors. The scent of the candles was mild and pleasing, and there was a live band getting set up. I’d have to compliment Bobby on how well she’d decorated.
I was sure that Annabelle would be happy.
“Bobby did a fantastic job with this place,” Lissa pointed out, clearly as impressed as I was. “She managed to turn a biker’s bar into a fairytale setting.”
V giggled. “Don’t let the men hear you say that.”
Speaking of men. They must have heard us come in. All three had turned around on their stools to face us as we approached. The looks in their eyes revealed their appreciation of how we looked. Their eyes moved over us like hungry predators. They had cleaned up nicely too, but I only had eyes for one man. Loco was wearing a black dress shirt beneath his cut, with black jeans and black boots, and he still looked like a dangerous outlaw. As I neared him, I caught his signature scent, something clean and citrusy that instantly turned me on.
He parted his legs to make room for me, and when I was close enough, he curled an arm around my waist and drew me against him.
“Damn, woman, you look good enough to eat,” he growled hotly against my ear.
I laughed huskily. “I could feast on you, too, lover boy.” Instantly realizing my mistake, I drew away. “Oops! Loco, it just slipped out—”
He laughed and pulled me back to him. “Relax, darlin’, you’re too fucking beautiful to mess up. I’ll give you a pass today.” He nuzzled the side of my neck just below my ear. “How did I get so fucking lucky?”
“I feel the same way,” I told him. I glanced over at V and Lissa. They were getting pretty much the same attentiveness from Bull and Frenchie. We all exchanged smiles before focusing our attention back on our men.
The door opened and someone yelled, “Wedding is about to start!”
The room cleared, and we all went outside to watch the ceremony, which to my surprise Doc was officiating.
Demon walked a beautiful Annabelle down a wooden platform covered in a red carpet that had been sprinkled with red and white poppies. Their destination was a beautiful, poppy-covered gazebo where a minister and Danny waited patiently. Even through her lace veil, I could see Annabelle’s radiant smile. She was wearing a mermaid-style gown that flattered her petite figure, her hair done in an elegant arrangement on top of her head. Once Demon handed her off to a smiling groom, he took a seat next to Bobby at the front.
Thank goodness the ceremony was short. It was very hot, and it didn’t take long for the sweat to start trickling between my breasts. I caught Loco’s smirk when he noticed and ignored him when he licked his bottom lip in an effort to get to me. As soon as Danny kissed Annabelle and they walked down the makeshift isle, we turned to go in.
“Fuck,” Loco muttered low.
I didn’t think that he’d intended for me to hear him. I glanced and saw that his attention was focused on something outside the gate. There was a black car parked right outside, and two people, a woman and man, leaned against it. They were dressed professionally and had serious, unfriendly expressions on their faces. I didn’t get the impression that they were guests arriving late. Before I could question Loco, he snagged Frenchie’s attention and motioned in that direction.
He looked back at me. “Go inside, babe.”
“You, too,” Frenchie said, making eye contact with Lissa.
Both men rushed off.
“Who do you think they are?” I asked Lissa. I noticed that LD was also heading in the direction of the gate. None of them looked too happy.
She barely gave them a glance. “I don’t know. Let’s go inside, it’s too damned hot out here.”
Giving them a last glance, I followed her inside. The room was packed and full of chatter. The band was playing something soft and romantic. It seemed that all the old ladies were crowded around Annabelle and Danny to wish them congratulations as they slowly made their way to their table. V was right there in the thick of it, looking very much like she belonged there.
I decided to wait until the crowd broke up. “I need to use the ladies’ room.”
“I’ll grab us a chair at one of the tables,” Lissa said.
I made my way through the room toward the restroom, smiling and greeting several familiar faces along the way. Both clubhouses were there for the wedding, but other than Bull and Frenchie, I didn’t know many of the other members. Everyone seemed friendly though.
I pushed the ladies’ room door in and almost knocked over a woman who’d been on her way out.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!” Surprise kept me from saying anything else. It was Leslie, the server from the restaurant, and I could see from her expression that she recognized me, too. What was she doing here? Was she a friend of Annabelle’s? “Hi. I know you from the restaurant, right? Leslie?”
“Yes,” she acknowledged in a sharp tone. She was already on the defensive.
She was dressed to kill, and looked more like a woman going out for the evening than to an afternoon wedding. She was really trying to impress someone, and I had a sneaking suspicion of who that someone was. I kind of felt sorry for her.
