Butch (23 page)

There were no words for her. She was simply a vessel
for Butch.

“Please,” she said, begging him for more.

His grip on her hips tightened, and he started to
thrust in and out of her ass. Each time he pulled out a little more and slammed
inside her a little harder. She loved the bite, the feel of him thrusting
inside her.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, please don’t stop. I need you to make me come,
Butch.”

One of his hands left her hip, and then he was
fingering her clit. He pinched the tight bud before stroking over it.

“You’re so responsive to a little pain,” he said.

She didn’t know what she
was,
only that she loved every little thing that he did to her body.

Over and over, he fucked her ass, making her moan and
cry out.

The touch on her clit didn’t let up, and he sent her
into an earth shattering climax. She screamed her pleasure for him to hear. The
sounds echoed off the walls, bouncing back to them. She collapsed onto the bed
in time to hear and feel the kick of his cock and the grunt of his own
completion.

Butch collapsed over her, breathing heavily.

She loved the weight of him surrounding her. Glancing
up, she watched him remove the cuffs securing her wrists. He rubbed her wrists,
taking care of her.

“I love you, baby.”

“And I you.”
She let out a sigh.

Cheryl was going to be his wife. Smiling, she waited
for him to withdraw from her body.

“I’ll be back in a second. Please don’t move. I’m
going to wash you and take care of you.”

Rolling to her side, she watched his ass disappear
from view. She was totally in love with him and didn’t want to have to face
life without him.

Butch came back into the room. He lifted her from the
bed, securing her in his arms with ease.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to take care of you.”

He walked into the bathroom, showing her in more ways
than one exactly how he wanted to take care of her.

****

Alex sat in his room at the clubhouse. It was a modest
room considering he enjoyed living in luxury whenever he went to his Vegas casino.
He ran a finger over his lip as he stared at the two pictures he’d refused to
look at. Whizz had given them to him. There was a picture of Cheryl and
Matthew. The two people he should have helped in the world but refused to.

He’d gone to the church to pray for his niece, Tate.
She’d been in danger, and he didn’t have a clue if she’d ever make it out of
danger alive. Praying had never helped in the past, but when it came to Tate,
he was willing to do everything in his power to keep her safe. Alex hadn’t been
able to save his own sister from cancer. Money didn’t buy anything, and it
hadn’t brought him a family.

The only family he had was this club and whatever Tiny
allowed him. He was part of
Tiny’s
life even though
he didn’t have to be. Eva didn’t need to refer to him as Uncle or even allow
her children to associate with him. In his life he’d done a lot of shit he’d
not been proud of. He’d killed, sold, and fucked his way to the top taking out
every man and woman who got in his way.

This little boy was his son. He saw himself in the
picture. Alex had enough pictures from his childhood to know what he looked
like. Fucking Cheryl had made for an amazing weekend. She’d been a virgin, and
he’d taken something from her, he never should have been allowed to take.

Picking up his glass of brandy, he couldn’t tear his
gaze away from the images in front of him. For three years he’d failed both of
them. There was no love lost between him and Cheryl. Their moment had come and
gone years ago. He didn’t love her. Alex didn’t love any woman.

“It makes it harder to walk away when you know what
they look like, doesn’t it?” Tiny asked.

Turning around, he saw
Tiny
standing
in the doorway of his room.

“I thought I shut that door.”

“You’ve been up here all night. I was concerned after
everything that happened.” Tiny closed the door, sitting down on the edge of
the bed.

Looking over the top of the picture, Alex stared at
his former brother-in-law.

“I’m not like Kelsey. I’m not going to attempt to off
myself. I happen to like my life,” he said.

“What happened?” Tiny asked.

Letting out a breath, Alex stared at the picture of
his son.

“I didn’t think about her or what happened. Shit
happened. Life happened in the club.” He shook his head. “I’ve got a son.”

“Yeah, and what you’re going to do about it?”

Alex shrugged. “I don’t know what I’m going to do
about it. Butch loves Cheryl. I don’t.”

“She’s the mother of your son.”

“I know that.” Alex sighed. “I can’t do this to Cheryl
or to Butch.”

“You’re not going to claim her?”

“No. I’ll acknowledge my son, but I will not come
between them, Tiny. Matthew is going to have everything that is mine. Cheryl
and Butch can make all the decisions in his life. I lost the right to that a
long time ago. I don’t deserve to speak up. If they stay in Fort Wills all I’m
going to ask is for the right to see my son. I won’t make waves or cause
problems.”

“Shit’s about to hit the fan,” Tiny said.

“I know. We can only hope none of them get caught in
the crossfire.”

Chapter Thirteen

Cheryl pushed the hair out of her face at the same
time as walking toward the door. Matthew was in his high chair as she was
making a batch of cookies. Her mother was out today, and Cheryl was off while
Butch finished up the deals for the florist shop. She couldn’t believe he
wanted to actually buy her a shop of her own.

You’re going to marry him.

Whenever she thought about his marriage proposal, she
couldn’t help but smile. Butch was a lot of things, but romance wasn’t his
forte.

Opening the door, she paused when she saw who was
there.

“Hey, Cheryl,” Alex said.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, folding her arms
over her chest.

He glanced down at her folded arms then back up at her
face. “We need to talk. Can I come in?”

“I don’t think that’s wise. Butch isn’t here, and I
know he’ll want to be here.”

“Butch’s not part of the club anymore, princess.”

“Don’t call me that,” she said. He’d called her
princess when they first met.

Alex sighed. “Look, we’ve got business to discuss that
has nothing to do with the club and everything to do with the fact I’m your kid’s
dad.”

“I don’t want you to come in here.”

He glanced down at the ground. “You’re pissed. I get
that. I know I don’t deserve any kind of shit from you. I’m lucky to have
gotten this. We need to talk.”

She shook her head, reaching for the door. “You gave
up that right three years ago.” Cheryl tried to shut the door, but he wouldn’t let
her.

“I can make life difficult for Butch if you don’t let
me in.”

Pausing, she stared up at him. “Why would you do
that?”

“I’ll do whatever I need to, Cheryl.”

“There’s nothing you can do to him or to me.” She went
to shut the door on him. His next words held her in place.

“If you don’t let me in then I’ll sue you for full
custody.”

Sick to her stomach, she stared at him, not sure what
the hell to do. “There’s no way a lawyer or judge would grant you that. You
abandoned us.”

Alex shrugged. “I’ve got money and enough resources to
get what I want. You won’t have a leg to stand on. They’ll give Matthew to me,
and I’ll make sure you never see him again.”

“You can’t do that.”

“Not only can I do that, I will.”

Cheryl pressed a hand to her stomach, feeling the
knots starting to form. Staring into his eyes, she knew he was telling the
truth, and there would be no way for her to ever see her son again.

Biting her lip, she took a step back letting the door
open.

He passed through the door, buttoning up his suit
jacket. “Where is he?” he asked.

“Who?”

“My son.”

Was that emotion she detected in his voice? Closing
the door, she pointed down the corridor. “He’s in the kitchen. Please, be
gentle with him. He doesn’t know who you are.”

Alex was already heading down the corridor toward the
kitchen. Rubbing her hands down her skirt, Cheryl had no choice but to follow
him. He stopped just inside the kitchen door. She went on her toes to have a
look to see what distracted him.

Matthew was coloring in the book Butch bought him.

“He’s so tiny.”

“He’s three. Three year old boys are supposed to be
small.” She brushed past him, opening the oven door to see the latest batch of
cookies was burnt. Putting them on the side, she blew out a breath.

Turning back to face Alex she saw he was still staring
at his son.

“Why didn’t you come back to see me?” she asked.

He returned his gaze to her.

“You’re not going to like the answer.”

“I don’t have to like it. I need to know.”

“I didn’t care enough to come back.”

There was no pain at his words, which he had yelled.

“You do not get to raise your voice to me. I know I
was a little fun while you were depressed, but you knew the condom broke—”

“Should we be having this conversation here, now?”

“Three years I waited to see you. You’ve known about
Matthew for a good week, and yet you’re only turning up now. You don’t have the
right to threaten or question me. I want answers, and I want them now.”

“I can take him away,” Alex threatened.

“Butch asked me to marry him. Try to take Matthew away.
He’s been more of a father to Matthew than you ever have.” She stepped to her
son, stroking his head. He looked up at her with tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry,
baby. I’ll stop yelling.” Kissing his cheek, she looked at Alex. He looked
torn.

“You’re marrying Butch?”

“I love him.”

“Do you really?”

“Yes, I really do. I didn’t ask him to leave The
Skulls or change who he is. I happen to like him the way he is.”

“The Skulls can keep him safe and you.”

“Are we in danger?” she asked, folding her arms.

“It’s The Skulls, we happen to be attracted to
danger.” Alex ran fingers through his hair as he looked around the small space.
“I knew the condom broke, but shit was about to get serious. I didn’t think
about telling you, and then time slipped by me and I forgot.”

His words didn’t hurt her. She thought about Alex but
only when it came to her son knowing his father.

“When Butch left The Skulls I didn’t know you were the
same Cheryl until I saw you at the fair. I knew I needed to make myself known.”

“What are you hoping to achieve?” she asked.

“We want Butch back at the club. I wanted to make sure
you were not the one holding him back.”

“I would never do that,” she said, getting angry at
him.

“I know that now. Look, I’m sorry for all of this. I
didn’t want to come here for us to argue.” He held his hand out.

“Why did you come?” She looked down at Matthew,
stroking his head. He’d need a haircut soon.

“I want to be involved in my son’s life. I’ve got a
right to know him and for him to know me.”

“Is this a split second decision where you finally
decide to be a parent then leave when it suits you?” She wouldn’t have him
coming in and out of Matthew’s life, building his hopes up then dismissing
them.

“I won’t do that to him.”

She saw the truth in his eyes. “Why?”

“Look, I’ve been an asshole, I know all of this. You
don’t need to throw it in my face every chance you get.” He looked left and
right.

“You threatened to take my son away from me.”

“What?” Butch asked.

Cheryl hadn’t heard Butch enter. He stood just behind
Alex looking ready to commit murder.

“What the fuck is going on?” Butch asked. He carried
the helmet he always made her wear under his arm.

“I’m trying to get to know my son. You can stay well
out of it,” Alex said.

“You threatened to take her son away? When are you
going to be a fucking man and simply ask?” Butch asked.

“Please, don’t fight. I don’t want him to get used to
watching that.” She picked Matthew up. Staring at Alex, she saw his gaze was on
their son. “I know you mean well, but this is going to take time. I don’t want
to be a bitch. If you want to see him then don’t threaten to take him away from
me.” She carried him through to the sitting room, then back past the corridor
and upstairs. There was no way she was sticking around to see Butch and Alex
argue whatever issues they had with each other.