Butch (18 page)

“Butch.”
She screamed his name over and over.

The sounds echoed off the wall. Soaking his fingers in
her cream, he finger fucked her, watching her drive closer to the edge of
pleasure.

“Come for me, Cheryl. You’re not getting my cock until
you come all over my tongue.” With his free hand, he reached up to pinch her
nipples. She thrashed underneath him, but Butch wouldn’t stop.

Releasing her cunt, he took both of her hands, banding
them down at her side. “You’re not moving. Come on my tongue, or I’ll spend all
night licking you. It’s no problem to me, baby. You taste so fucking good that
I won’t want to stop.”

He tongued her clit, sucking, nipping, and tugging the
hard bud into his mouth. Holding her in place, Butch didn’t stop. He wasn’t
going to let her go until she gave him what he wanted.

Butch didn’t stop, and within seconds she splintered
apart in his arms. Her orgasm crashed over her, leaking her cream onto his
waiting tongue. He swallowed her down, relishing every drop. Once he was done,
he pulled away wiping the remains of her release from his chin.

Reaching into his jeans, he pulled out the condom,
tearing into the latex. Cheryl’s gaze was on him as he worked the condom over
his shaft. He was rock hard, achingly so.

“Do you like what you see? You do this to me.”

“You’re so big.”

“I know, babe. I’ve not had any complaints before, and
you’ll be satisfied with what I give you.” Getting to his feet, he nudged her
further up the bed until she lay amongst the pillows. Her hair fanned out
around her. She looked so beautiful and perfect.

Stroking a hand through her hair, he cupped her hip.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she said.

Smiling, Butch knew he was in heaven. Nothing else
mattered but him and her in that moment. The world could be ending, but he
didn’t give a fuck.

Gripping her hip, he took a kiss he was desperate for.
She didn’t pull away even as she tasted her own cream. Sliding his tongue into
her mouth, he fell even deeper in love with her. Cheryl was everything he
wanted in a woman. She was sweet, charming, sexy, and passionate. No one was
going to take that away from her.

He took hold of his cock, running the latex covered
tip through her creamy cunt. She shook beneath him, jerking as he pushed
against her clit.

She screamed his name. Moving down to the entrance of
her pussy, he pushed the first inch inside her. The heat, even through the
condom, was amazing. Another inch inside and her cunt clenched. Her own cream
helped ease the way inside her. She wasn’t fighting him. He rested both his
hands beside her head, trapping her against the bed and his body.

One last plunge and he seated himself deep within her
body. Cheryl whimpered, and he watched the dilation of her eyes. The arousal
built inside her. He hit her cervix and stilled, relishing every second of her
response.

“You’re so fucking tight. Your pussy is perfect, baby.
You’re what I want.” Kissing her lips, he followed the path to the rapidly
beating pulse at the side of her neck.

“Please, fuck me, Butch.”

He smiled, shaking his head. “Not yet. I’m going to
feel your cunt tighten around me. You’re going to beg me to fuck you.”

“I’m already begging.”

Sucking the flesh of her neck into his mouth, he
moaned as she tightened her sweet pussy around him. She was tighter than any
woman he’d been with.

Pulling out of her heat, he watched the relief in her
face then slammed in deep, not waiting for her to get used to the size of him.
Butch fucked her over and over, going in deep. Each thrust took him closer to
the edge. He didn’t want it to be over, but he knew if he didn’t stop then it
was all going to be over. Butch wanted to make a lasting impression on her. The
only cock he wanted her craving was his own.

“So … fucking …
good.”
He spoke the words between each thrust of his cock. “Touch
your clit, baby. I need you to come. I’ll make it up to you in time. I can’t
wait. Fuck, so fucking
good
.”

Over and over, he fucked her hard. She wrapped her
legs around his waist, opening her core up. Gripping her hip, he looked down
watching his cock disappear inside her tight warmth. Her cream soaked the
condom. He wanted her to be bare, skin to skin, but that wasn’t going to happen
any time soon. There was plenty of time to take her without the use of a condom.

Her fingers stroked through her slit, hiding the sight
of them together. He watched her stroke her clit even as he fucked her.

The moment she cried out in orgasm, he let go,
thrusting inside her that final time. Butch filled the condom with his cum.
Growling, he pressed his head to hers loving the feeling washing over him from
the explosive orgasm.

Collapsing over her, he kissed her lips then caressing
down to suck on her neck. By the time he finished, there were red marks all
over her neck from his possession.

Sliding to the side, he tucked her against him. The
smile on her face would stay with him forever.

“You’ve just ruined me for any other woman,” he said.

“Same, only men
for me.”
She chuckled, stroking his chest. “That was amazing.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t last. I’ll make up for it soon.”
Kissing her head, Butch felt complete. She was his woman, and it felt so right
having her resting in his arms.

“It can get better than that?”

“Yeah, a lot
more.”

She moaned. “I can’t wait to see what more we can do.”

Pulling out of her tightness, Butch left the bed.
“Stay exactly like that, and I’ll be back. I’ve just got to get rid of the
condom.”

****

Tiny cursed as the police officer he didn’t know
shoved him to the floor. “I want this compound searched. Weapons, drugs,
alcohol, I want it swept floor to fucking floor.”

It was one in the morning, and the cops were doing a
fucking search of the clubhouse. Usually he was notified by one of the men he
paid off about a search, but this one was a fucking surprise. Eva was sitting
in a chair while a cop stood over her. Nash was comforting Sophia. They were
all staying at the clubhouse waiting for Gash to get out. They had decided not
to do anything with regards to Gonzalez until their other brother was out. Devil
and his crew were long gone. Alex was on the floor beside him, cursing. All the
men who put up a fight were on the floor with a gun trained to their heads.

“You better know how to use that fucking thing. My
wife will own your ass if you kill me,” Tiny said, growling.

“Tiny, don’t.” Eva’s voice was small, scared even.
Turning his head an inch he saw how scared she looked. She shook her head. Eva
didn’t recognize any of the men who were waving guns and shining warrants
around as if they were a fucking fashion statement.

“This is bullshit,” Murphy shouted.

A grunt was followed by his daughter’s man being
thrown to the floor.

“We’ll find something, and you men will be locked up
in fucking jail for the night. I’d like to see how you men like a cell. I bet
some of you would make a good bitch to a hungry man.”

This fucker was going to end up six feet under. Tiny
was fast losing his patience with this shit. He never kept crap at the
clubhouse or around the compound. In the early years of The Skulls, he learned
that mistake quickly.

None of the men searching his place were known to him.
The Fort Wills police knew when to steer well enough alone.

“Hey,
don’t
fucking think
about it.” Tiny looked up in time to see Eva’s phone taken out of her hands.
“Leave my wife alone.”

The cop who thought he was better than Tiny landed a
blow to his head. “Let’s see you talk when you’re a fucking vegetable.”

“Leave him alone.”

These men were not your average cops. Glancing around,
ignoring the pain, Tiny made sure to remember what each one looked like. They
were not part of Fort Wills. This was a special unit, but he didn’t know what
the fuck for.

“Sir, we found this.” Another voice from the corner
lifted a bag of white powder up for all to see. The men were smirking. They
were being fucking set up.

“Well, it’s time to take that trip down to the cells.”

Tiny was hauled up. Staring at the man who hit him, he
knew he was going to have his revenge. This fucker was going to be squealing
like a little bitch by the time he was through with him. Tiny couldn’t wait to
show this man who the real fucking boss was.

“Take the women. I don’t want anyone given the chance
to bail these little shits out. Take them all down to the cells. It’s going to
be a fun couple of days.”

The bar was trashed as he was walking out. The men,
who he gathered were working for Gonzalez, trashed his clubhouse. Tate was
crying out. Gritting his teeth he watched the men carrying his kids out of the
house. With no one around to look after them they were going into care for the
night. He was pissed. Tiny was going to kill any motherfucker who got in his
way. Gonzalez had just started a fucking war as far as Tiny was concerned. No
one fucked with his family or his club.

There was only one man who wasn’t at the club, and
that was Lash. He couldn’t get the other man to come to him on such short
notice. The only other person was Butch. Maybe it was time to start Alex’s plan
in motion. A little blackmail went a long way.

Being led out to the truck in cuffs, he saw Frederick
laughing with the man who’d been the lead in the raid. Yeah, there was a new
enemy in town.

Tiny spat on the
ground as he heard his kids crying, his men cursing, and his woman shouting.
Revenge was going to be so fucking sweet.

Chapter Ten

Butch’s cell phone woke him up. He was asleep on the
bedroom floor with the sunlight glinting in through the windows. Cheryl was
curled up against him. He didn’t know how it was possible, but his cell phone
was beside his head. After all the time away from The Skulls, he still kept his
phone within easy reach. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he answered the call
without checking the caller identity. The feel of Cheryl, naked and pressed up
against him, filled him with a buzz. They’d come a long way, and they’d done a
lot of talking last night as well as a lot of not talking. He smiled recalling
the sounds she made when he drove her crazy. She really was a passionate woman.

“Hello,” he said.

“Fuck, Butch, we need your help.” Murphy sounded
enraged on the other end.

“What’s up?” he asked, running a hand down his woman’s
naked back. His cock was thick, wanting back inside her body once again. He’d
not been able to stop fucking her. Around four they’d both collapsed into an
exhausted sleep. Butch never did need a lot of sleep. He’d taken all the rest
he’d needed, and he was ready to start again. Once the phone call was over he
was going to fuck her again. Her body was amazing, and he loved watching her
tits bounce as he rode her hard.

“I wouldn’t be calling, but we all agreed you’re the
only one we can trust. We’ve all been trying to fucking call you. Mason, the
brother who helped with Killer and Kelsey, is too far, brother. You’re the only
one left, and we’re calling in that favor.”

Frowning, he sat up, and in the process he woke Cheryl
up.

“What’s going on?” From Murphy’s tired voice, he knew
it was serious. Tate wouldn’t let Murphy out of her sight unless he was fully
rested. Ever since the incident with The Darkness a year or so back, Tate had
been overprotective of him.

“We’ve been fucking set up, man. There was a raid last
night on the clubhouse. All of us were there to try and deal with Gonzalez. It
looks like the bastard stepped up his game.”

“That makes no fucking sense.” He pushed the blanket
away and stood up.

“Butch?
What is it?” Cheryl asked.

He held his palm out, showing her he needed a minute.

“Makes sense now, they got us on possession of coke or
some shit. They’re in now talking with Tiny. We saw Gonzalez here, man. Shits
about to get serious, and we don’t know what the fuck will happen. We need you
to bail us out and talk to our lawyer.”

“Why didn’t you call him first?” Butch asked.

“They wouldn’t let us. They fucked up the call. Butch,
we need you, man. They took our women along with us.”

“Where are your kids?”

“In with the
fucking social services.
The coke was planted,
Butch. Please, help us out.” Murphy sounded desperate.

Butch knew it was a set-up. Tiny wouldn’t allow any of
the drugs to be in the clubhouse, not with children around. Tiny hated drugs.
Nash had come a long way and was completely sober from the drugs.

Rubbing a hand down his face, he nodded. “Sure, I’ve
got the cash to bail you all out, and I’ll get the lawyer on releasing the kids
and shit. Fuck, Devil was right, you’re all attracted to disaster.”